August 23, 2014
I am taking the time out (of my fatigue and excessive sleep schedule lol) to make a post about my wonderful news. I’ve been enjoying a little taste of normalcy. I was actually able to go for a walk and rollerblade this week!!! That is huge news!!! I even ice skated for a few minutes last week on a date with my boyfriend. Amazing!!! Why, you ask??? Because of LDN (Low-Dose Naltrexone). If you have an autoimmune disease, neurological disease, multiple sclerosis, fibromyalgia, myalgic encephalomyelitis, chronic fatigue syndrome, etc. — do whatever you can to get your hands on some LDN. I ordered mine on the internet from the U.K. and will soon do a phone consultation with a specialist doctor from another state to get a prescription for it. I’ll post an article about it later, because I’m pretty tired right now, as usual. But it’s not quite as severe on LDN. I need to post about the wonders of this drug later!!! I’ve posted before about it on my Facebook page for my blog. You have no idea how thankful I am that something finally helped me somewhat. NO IDEA. There is no treatment for my disease and it’s disabling. I have dreams that I could be sort of normal…
I’ve been meaning to write my story on here, my journey of chronic illness – the me before, the me during denial & acceptance, and the me now, hopefully after acceptance. It’s been a long hard road, which no one knows how hard, with the exception of maybe my mother, lol. I’ve been way too mentally fogged, physically and mentally fatigued, and scatter-brained to put my thoughts together to write this. “Out of it,” as my sweet boyfriend calls it. :) The events surrounding my diagnosis are also a traumatic time of my life that I probably have a little PTSD from (for even more reasons than I wrote here). That sounds lame, haha. So here’s an attempt..it’ll be edited many times I’m sure..
All of my entire life, even as a child, I wondered why I got tired sooner than others. Why I would stay up nights with my mind racing. Why my room, car (once I drove), and appearance would be immaculate, beautiful, and organized for some months and then a disaster other months. Why I took short cuts for everything, seemed lazy, and seemed like “she’s just no trying hard enough.” Why even as a child I would stare out the classroom window at the clouds some days in a haze and yet perform super well academically other days. Why I was so athletic, creative, brilliant, prolific, and cheerful some days and seemed like such a sloth, stupid, depressed, and spaced out other days. I just thought I was stupid. Seriously. I believed that I was the problem and that I was more of a failure than others. I never made a connection between any health issues and my tired behavior. I always knew my mom was different but never thought much about it. As kids we knew to let her sleep in the morning, that she fatigued easily, that she had arthritis and the cold hurt her, that she couldn’t remember what color someone’s hair was she had seen every day (memory), etc. etc. But I never thought much other than, “Oh, yeah, my mom has lupus.” I thought of myself as super capable physically. Even when I would have an off-month of struggling to do the very same athletics I had just been good at a few days ago. I ran track, was a cheerleader, was in dance, loved going to the gym so much, liked adventure and far away places, etc. Even as a kid I preferred to eat healthy.
In college I was a health science major and ate very healthy and knew all about nutrition. I went to the gym many days of the week with intense workouts and was smug when I’d outrun all my roommates. Then I would spend days in bed tired. I sometimes suspected I was depressed, but I didn’t feel depressed. I was just upset that I was “lazy.” I’m not sure exactly why I didn’t know it was my body. Complete and total utter denial? I got the A’s to get into grad school for occupational therapy in college. The summer before grad school, ironically, I fell very ill. I had just gotten all my vaccines (ahem!) to work a summer internship for my bachelor’s degree at a hospital in Dallas. Once in the internship, something felt wrong. It hurt me to go to and from the floors and units of the hospitals. I asked my coworkers, “Do you hurt when you push these heavy doors open?” They shook their head. My boss looked into my eyes and would ask sternly, “Are you high? You look high as a kite!” He was serious. I just blew it off and thought I was a weirdo. I was also taking a couple summer classes during this internship. I was stretched pretty thin and studying after internship work and classes (all 3 in different towns – home, work, and school). Nothing normal people can’t manage though.
Once the internship was over, 2 months later, I flew straight out to California to visit friends on vacation before I would start grad school. It was cool, beautiful weather at Six Flags and we hadn’t even ridden a roller coaster yet but were in a long line. I was so dizzy, nauseas, and my heart was racing faster than it did even during exercise. My friend had to keep catching me from stumbling over. “Do you want to sit down?” No, I said. During the roller coaster I kept passing out. After the roller coaster ride I collapsed in a friend’s arms. I briefly lost consciousness. They took me to a table to sit down and brought me water. (Many years later, I learned these are symptoms of dysautonomia/POTS). I let them ride the rides without me, determined not to spoil their fun, and when we got home I collapsed in bed and would not be able to keep my eyes open for a long time. This part is so hard to explain why it was one of the worst feelings ever. Still to this day when I get like this it’s very hard to explain (other people with M.E./CFS know what I mean). My friends brought me strong shots of Starbucks coffee, 5-hour energy drinks, Monster energy drinks, etc. I could not wake up! This was very strange. I couldn’t sit up in bed or move my limbs (sounds crazy huh?). I couldn’t keep my eyes open and when I did it hurt sooo bad mentally to do so and I couldn’t take in anything around me but could hear noise. If I heard any words they morphed with my dreams. I saw images around the room I was in when I would see the room. I couldn’t answer what they were saying to me or comprehend it. Why we didn’t go to a hospital, I’m not sure. I was a healthy normal girl, why go? And even with my high fever, mostly these symptoms were not your typical call-the-ambulance type symptoms. They were bizarre, you’re-a-weirdo symptoms. Lol. But yet they were agony, complete-hell symptoms. Torture. And I had gotten a very normal amount of sleep – in fact, more sleep than normal. I slept as much as I could and stayed there way longer than I should’ve in order to get back to grad school in time.
I arrived back in DFW TX the day before I was to start school. I was so not ready to start. I didn’t know my schedule and the very first professor I had was so disgusted with me for it. She branded me as lazy and told all the rest of the professors and administration that. When I would talk to the others, they even told me so and looked down on me. (Female bitchy gossip eh? Ugh.) She made my grad school stink. Everyone had loved me in undergrad. Anyways, grad school was a night mare. I did very well despite my illness and I’m damn proud of that now!! But at the time, I hated myself for what I could not do. I fell into a depression due to the limitations my illness put on me. That first semester of grad school, my school health clinic diagnosed me for the first time with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. My brand new symptoms I’d never had all my life were: intense pain all over with muscle spasms at times that would seize me up some days so much I couldn’t move that particular muscle, intense fatigue when doing anything at all, inability to shower myself most of the time (besides the fatigue and hard to breathe and dizziness, I’d pass out in the shower and then collapse on the bed after the shower), insomnia late into the night, sleeping all day and not feeling refreshed, sudden sensitivity to cold and heat. I would go to take a written exam and not know how to write, LITERALLY (that part is M.E./CFS). I would start a sentence and my hand would roll the ballpoint off the page and I couldn’t do otherwise. I spent all my time sleeping in my apartment bedroom and my awake hours studying. I tried my best to hide all of my symptoms from my friends and classmates and resume a normal social life, yet I could never get out of my apartment. I had a high fever everyday and swollen lymph nodes all over my body. I would be driving down a road next to my apartment I had driven down hundreds of times and suddenly not know whether I was on the right side of the road or not and would pull over to figure it out. I had a couple seizures (syncope-induced ones from dysautonomia/POTS). I had tachycardy crises episodes with EMTs and all. I always insisted I didn’t need the hospital/ambulance. I couldn’t afford it. I was prescribed medicines that made me much worse. I was thrown anti-depressants (so not helpful). My hair started falling out in chunks.
I was scared. I didn’t know anything about what I had been diagnosed with and neither did anyone else. There was no information on the internet back then!!! And the information that was on there was false because it was people pulling theories out of their butt that were not true (current research now says so). Most theories were that it was all in our head. This made me very sad. Was I crazy??? Was I lazy??? Everyone else thought so. My doctors told me I just had anxiety (I was on top of the world and happy with life when I fell ill, what??) and that I need to exercise more and eat healthier (no one did this more than me when I got sick, trust me). My family never ever acknowledged what was happening to me and especially not the gravity of it, perhaps the most painful and scarring of all of it. I know that’s airing dirty laundry, but it’s a huge part of my story. When everyone you love and respect thinks you are insane for something you are suffering terribly with and are disabled with, it is a big mindfrack. Imagine if you were on top of the world and your world was suddenly turned upside down when you lost everything you had worked so hard for because you were dying of cancer (one of the diseases that are socially acceptable, ahem!) and you had to stay isolated in your bedroom majority of your time and everyone told you it was your fault, you’re making yourself sick, you’re lazy and not trying hard enough, you need to just Snap Out of It, you are ungrateful, and no one would help you. It was terrible. The people that go through this, that are stigmatized and left to their own devices and are so confused, they go through hell. This is why our illness is not like other ones. It’s truly traumatizing, I promise.
So, after grad school, I could not be an occupational therapist, which I mourned the loss of for years. I was “too sick” to have a career. I had no clue what I was capable of doing now. I took a medical transcription course and began working at a medical transcription company. I got to use my medical knowledge and love of language. But desk jobs wreck havoc on a body with fibro and dysautonomia. The second most ill I’ve ever been happened when I worked at my first MT job in Austin. I had to quit due to health but it was just in time for me to move back home closer to family anyways. My brother so kindly took me in here in DFW. If he had not I shudder to think where I would be now – I can’t even type here about that part yet. Maybe another day. That time frame where I was working at an MT job in Austin, I began researching even more all about my health every chance I got. I learned so much and saw that the information on it had exploded since I first got diagnosed. Ironically, in the past year, fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome research has hit a gold rush. Even though there was a fibro study with proof of brain lesions(!) on MRI back in 2009, the real attention-grabber was a study last year, 2013, that revealed physical evidence of neuropathy in fibromyalgia. Ever since then, suddenly researchers care. =p They mostly want a nobel peace prize and to make pharmaceutical profit. Funny what motivates humans. Funny how people worship scientists as gods that actually have pure intentions to pursue the truth and help people. While this is true for many people, it’s also very untrue for many others. I too used to not realize this until I got my illness. We see such a wicked side of humanity when we have an unknown illness. You’d have to see it to believe it, trust me. I believe I’m now in healthy place with the acceptance of my whole ordeal. Grief is a cycle (have you heard?) – Denial, bargaining, anger, sadness, acceptance, and one other thing. I cycled through all of that over the last 7 years since I was diagnosed at 22.
I always understate my illness when I describe it. So this story is an understatement – it does not capture the worst of it AT ALL. What I want you all to remember, the healthy ones, is that majority of the information you read on the internet about fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome is wrong!! The info is either outdated or written by people assuming what they pulled out of their behind is true. For example, some doctors say the treatment is psychological therapy. Haha! Would you tell a cancer patient that? Doctors used to say 50 years ago that cancer was from repressed feelings. 99% of doctors are behind the times. You’re better off getting on the computer and reading the scientific studies yourself, because most of them sure haven’t been reading the up-to-date stuff themselves. Then print out what you learned and put it on their desk. I’m sort of babbling now, even though that is an important point..Hm..what else? Oh, in 2013, the year I did all that research (and still Every Day!), I joined a bunch of support groups on Facebook and my mind was blown! I read people posting their symptoms and I said Oh myyy you have that too?! I had never met anyone with my health condition and it’s such a complex bizarre disease that I never pieced together all the symptoms until I joined in with others to piece it all together. We all were like Wow we’re not crazy! Like everyone thinks we are. There is a very unique pattern of symptoms to fibro that popular media Never mentions. All they say is “pain.” Nooo, intense pain is the least of our problems. We are also suddenly stupid, senile, fatigued people. We can’t concentrate. We stay up all night because we cannot get to sleep, then we sleep all day to make up for it. Trust me, we’ve tried every thing in the book for insomnia – it aint changin! We stutter, to say the least. We can’t form a sentence sometimes. I would walk up to my boss’ desk in Austin and stare at her with a blank look on my face and have no clue how to articulate what I was going to say. I couldn’t speak. There are also many comorbities to fibro, like endometriosis and lupus. The fatigue is everyone’s worst symptom, they all say. Which brings me to my next point.
If I just had fibro, that might be easier to cope with by itself. I also have, for one, myalgic encephalomyelitis (M.E.)/chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS), which is perhaps even more misunderstood than fibro. It is not about being tired. That’s a slap in the face. It’s like what I described earlier when I went to California. Please know that most people with CFS/M.E. cannot work/are disabled and about 25% are bedbound!!! See how that could be scary for me? ;) Did I mention how HEALTHY I LOOK?? As everyone contrarily points out to us. (“But you look so healthy,” they accuse us. =P) Scientists now are discovering so much about M.E./CFS in scientific research. They know there is inflammation in the brain, for one. You guys can see my links about all of the research for my illnesses on this WordPress. I also have dyautonomia/POTS, as described before, which many people with M.E./CFS also have, and this is what caused the seizure and tachybrady episodes.
Many people diagnosed with a chronic illness look back and realize the signs of their illness over the years before they were diagnosed. Three of my first signs (besides what I just said about my childhood and teen years): 1) At about 16 I started having really bad chronic infections (sinus and urinary) that would not go away until I learned how to prevent them in my mid-20’s. I now know this is a very common sign of immune system dysfunction. 2) When I was 18 I had really bad cramps so I tried birth control (ever since then my cramps have been much easier) and my reaction to the b.c. was nuts. I’d have times I couldn’t breathe and was dizzy suddenly and my heart would race uncontrollably (that’s the POTS/dyautonomia part), etc. I suddenly needed physical therapy, anti-inflammatory meds, and muscle relaxer meds for sciatica, back spasms, back inflammation, and back pain (that’s the fibro part). ALL of which I had never had before. I would cry in my doctor’s office to take me seriously because I couldn’t even drive anymore. My room suddenly started to become messy and I couldn’t concentrate on school. This only lasted a few months because all of the symptoms cleared up after I got off the b.c. I now know this is a very common sign of immune system dysfunction – chemical intolerance and hormone-therapy intolerance. I tried b.c. again a few years later to see if I’d have the same reaction and I did. I will never touch it again. I have had many bizarre symptoms to chemicals and medicines over the years since then. 3) Majority of people with fibro have some kind of gastrointestinal issues. Mine is gastroparesis, which is very common with POTS — my stomach and intestines move at a very slow rate, which I’ve had all my life but didn’t get worse until I was 22. I also have sensitivity to the chemicals in some foods, which didn’t start until I was 22 when I became severe in college. I usually feel ill immediately after meals, which didn’t start until I was about 27 when my POTS got worse…. I didn’t have the first 2 set of symptoms I just described again until 22 year’s old with the vaccines I got in college (for my internship, remember?), and after the vaccines I was never the same again and the symptoms have always remained, with flares of some times being worse than others.
Okay, this has fried my brain typing all of this, so I’m going to go get some water and do something else. Thank you so much if you read up until this point. I’ll continue/edit my story later. :)
Have memory issues? Check if your vitamin D level is low. Your doctor likely won’t point it out to you. My mom, who has dementia at 57 (brain scan confirmed) and has always had memory issues, had low vitamin D on tests for years before she heard she should check her results. I have memory issues too – this is one of the main symptoms of M.E./CFS and fibromyalgia.
Today In OT’s layman-friendly summary:
The actual peer-reviewed evidence-based scientific research study:
How to get tested for vitamin D:
How to get tested for dementia and other info:
To differentiate in regards to fatigue, while fatigue is one symptom of fibromyalgia, the fatigue of CFS (chronic fatigue syndrome) is far, far more extreme. CFS and fibro also come along with different neuroimmune symptoms – they are not “just pain” or “just fatigue.” Personally, of all of them, my CFS is by far the most disabling, my POTS comes second, and my fibro comes last. Out of thousands of people who have both fatigue and pain as part of their fibro and commented on which of the 2 is personally more disabling, every single person said the same thing (their fatigue is more disabling than their pain); not a one said otherwise. I have had CFS all my life, I got both fibromyalgia and POTS/dysautonomia at 18, and my CFS became more severe at 22.
Brain fog..What day is it again?! (checking every half hour) How long ago did the weekend happen? Oh wow, it was just yesterday!!! What did I do this morning and what am I supposed to be doing today and this week? I can NOT figure out the answer….
Chronic illness is the craziest longest hellish marathon every day of your life. It’s like walking a tight rope trying to juggle your spoons (for spoons meaning click on “quick terminology” page at the top of this page) and if you fall you could pay dearly physically (pacing and energy efficiency). Don’t look back, don’t look down, and keep looking straight ahead. It’s so hard to keep your eyes on good things and your thoughts from being discouraged. It’s okay to have a good cry sometimes! ;) It’s tempting to look back at “before the illness,” but we must accept our journey for what it is, be here now in the present, and stay faithful and hopeful for the future. Do not compare yourself to others. That’s dangerous, as everyone seems to be moving on with life and leaving us behind, stuck here in place waiting for our lives to start again. We’ve got to guard our hearts through it. Humor is a God-send and I make a point to enjoyably laugh at how interesting my life is every time I make a brainfog mistake. We’ve got to keep a positive courageous attitude so that people can focus on the illness and helping us build awareness, rather than people see discouraged attitudes and reinforce the stigma of, “It’s all in your head.”
Exercise to Prevent Carpal Tunnel Syndrome – http://pinterest.com/pin/7459155608534026/?utm_source=android_share
Make the switch from table salt to himalayan salt! It’s only like $1 more at regular grocery stores. Not only does it taste just as good and is way healthier but it also is like taking a multi-vitamin, I kid you not, due to the 84 minerals and magnesium it naturally contains. Why not switch?!? (Fact: Everyone should take magnesium. Magnesium is a natural muscle-relaxant, which is great for fibro and other chronic illnesses, and also promotes sleep and regulates digestion.)
First, an awareness fact: Many people with chronic neuroimmune illness have food sensitivities as well. If you are newly diagnosed (or even a veteran), you might want to check into this. These individuals find that they have a worsening of symptoms after eating certain foods and when they eliminate the trigger food they feel better. We are not crazy gluten-hating vegan hippies; we just want to feel less sick and who in their right mind could blame us? Personally, I react to dairy and wheat. Ask those close to me, I start coughing and feel very ill (some days worse than others) when I eat those 2 trigger foods. Sadly, the wheat thing includes beer, hah. To be honest, I currently do not follow a strict diet on the weekends though like I did in 2013 – just mostly through the week.
But never fear, there are so many great-tasting healthy recipes! And there are so many blogs out there with great recipes targeted for illness.
My friend Rachael Able runs 2 such blogs, Love Yourself Green and Simply Fresh Cooking. Unlike me, she strictly practices what she preaches about her diet. What is unique about Rachael is that: she is a life coach specializing in motivation and inspiration for a healthy nutritious and “green” lifestyle; she is knowledgable and experienced with gluten, grain, and dairy sensitivity; and she inspires a less stressful life and motivation for success in all areas of life. Read more about her on my Our Faces page. Here is a Love Yourself Green recipe of hers I love (she was a guest on the Paleo Demystified blog so it’s not her blog on the link). One of my favorite meals ever I love to make is stuffed peppers / chile relleno!!!
Next, I am a fan of Detoxionista (Facebook and website). She follows a grain-free, gluten-free, vegan diet (I’m personally never vegan or grain-free, for the record). Can sweets get more health-purpose-driven than her lactation cookies?! Haha. ;) Here’s a new Detoxionista recipe I’m in love with lately, a healthy peanut butter and jelly smoothie! It will satisfy your sweet tooth and curb your appetite in a healthy way! I have gastroparesis and blood-pooling as a symptom of my POTS so smoothies are a great way for me to get a punch of nutrients without something heavy in my stomach, and smoothies are a great way for anyone to quickly get their vitamins! :)
Important health/nutrition TIPS from me: For that PB&J smoothie, I substituted the date for coconut palm sugar and the almond milk for blueberry kefir and added a tablespoon more of peanut butter to offset the kefir. I do have almond milk and coconut milk in my fridge and no real milk, but I eat kefir because it has WAY, WAY more probiotic for your gut flora balance than yogurt does and yogurt is pretty much pointless as far as probiotic goes! Sorry to burst that bubble for you (it still has other benefits, don’t get me wrong, but kefir has far more). You should replace the sugar you put in your smoothies and coffee with coconut palm sugar. It has a lower glycemic index (makes your insulin spike less which is better for your immune system and liver etc.), it has a few nutrients like potassium (although in low quantities), it’s not processed terribly like table sugar (it’s made in a healthy way), and it tastes great unlike sugar substitutes which are really bad for you (the red, yellow, and blue sugar packets). I still use regular sugar when I bake of course because it is finer and that is a necessary characteristic for making butter and whip cream and such (sorry Rachael, haha! don’t spank me momma! ;) ). But for everyday use, go for the coconut sugar! Did you know that sugar causes heart disease and not fat?? Eat away on the healthy saturated fats fats like coconut oil and avovado! The cholesterol-raising saturated fat myth has been disproven! Also, wheat is what is making your belly fat (studies prove it), not saturated healthy fats! Also, what Detoxionista did with the dates replacing sugar is a great way to cut processed sugar out of your diet! Processed sugar is bad for you, mk? ;) Natural sugar from fruits is the healthy way to go and cooking with dates is a great way to add natural sugar into your food. Cutting sweets out of your diet if you are simply trying to lose weight is a recipe for disaster, in my opinion, but if you are on the candida diet by all means cut those sweets out and contact Rachael about that, because she is an expert.