Sensitivity and Purpose

Sensitivity and Purpose. Strange title for a blog post, right? Sounds like a Jane Austen novel ;)

The reason for the strange title is that I want to address two different areas in this one post. Before I do though, I want to thank you all for the comments left after my previous post. It's not always easy sharing the innermost elements of ourselves and I was really touched and inspired to continue by the kind and thoughtful comments you left. Thank you.

So, sensitivity first. I was going to post a long description of the concept of 'highly sensitive' people but I don't think I can do any better than has already been said HERE so please read that first.

All done? Interesting, isn't it? Even though I've always been kinda proud of being sensitive, I've also always felt it was a bit of a burden verging on a character weakness. The truth of the matter is that I've been told more often that I'm "too sensitive" than it being made as a compliment. I now think that is just as dumb as all the times I was told as a child that I "think too much". Now I've read more on the subject of highly sensitive people though, I'm proud to be amongst that group. I should clarify though, this doesn't make me Ghandi. Not by a long shot. I still have moments of insensitivity, of being blunt to the point of unententionally hurting others, of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, of misjudging the acceptability of my warped humour and of not thinking through my words or deeds.

Aside from those lapses though, being sensitive has lots of positives. Some people are very good in a crisis as they instantly see what practical steps should be taken. Those people are usually invaluable as a friend as they roll their sleeves up and clean up the mess. I'm not really like that. I always think more about the emotional side of a situation. How must the person feel? How can I reach out and show them I am aware of those emotions? How can I be of support? That sometimes leads to the male trait of trying to fix them even if they haven't asked for it but nobody is perfect, haha.

Another positive can be my heightened awareness of 'vibes'. I seem to able to sense unhappiness in others, sense when they need a kind word or an outlet to talk, sense when there is danger in the air etc. Being on alert all the time like this is tiring though.

I'm still working out all the finer details of this sensitivity lark but so far I'm leaning towards accepting and embracing this part of me. It's who I am, for better or worse.

Now, let's move onto purpose!

I'm not someone who is passive. If I do something, I do it almost obsessively and put my whole being into it. Otherwise I just don't bother. So, when I got ill and started to research what might be wrong with me, I knew I wanted to find a way of making a difference somehow. Of fighting for the cause. Especially as ME/CFS sufferers are treated so appallingly by society and the medical establishment (by and large anyway - not always).

I thought about turning my anger and frustration into doing advocacy work but it just isn't me. I have the utmost respect for all the warriors out there who are fighting hard for a fairer deal for ME/CFS patients but it isn't where my strengths lie. My search for 'purpose' therefore continued.

As I've mentioned previously, one of the most significant things to happen to me lately is to gain an appreciation of the benefits of pacing using a heart rate monitor. I am forever grateful to the lady who brought it to my attention and I now embrace the concept wholeheartedly. In the absence of finding a cure, I strongly believe this is the number one way to live alongside being ill. This led me to think about the diffference this knowledge could make to others who are having their activities cutailed by illness. If such a simple technique could free us from either pushing too hard and causing a worsening of conditions or being too afraid to do anything and wasting away it would be priceless.

And so, the 'Pacing with a Heart Rate Monitor' group was born. It's early days still and it will grow slowly but my aim is to create a central information point where the latest research and real-life experiences can be easily accessible.

Click here to join the group on Facebook

Having found a purpose is amazingly beneficial. In my own small way, I can offer some value to the 'community'. Along with providing all the information, I can provide support, encouragement and understanding to others who join the group. I'm very excited about the potential attached to it.

Of course, all this excitement and activity comes with a cost for me. I think I probably have been over-stimulated and over-active in setting this up and being so enthusiastic about it. This weekend my girlfriend's parents came to visit and I was really looking forward to seeing them as they are such amazingly kind and warm people. They have also had their own challenges recently and I wanted to let them know I supported them. Alas, I was too sick to get out of bed and spend time with them. My headaches have returned with a vengeance and my light sensitivity is back so I'm back to staying in the dark and wearing sunglasses indoors. If you read this, Judy and Rob, I'm really sorry I couldn't spend some time with you.

I'll find the balance though, I'm sure, between having a purpose, supporting others and listening to my own needs.

take care everyone :)

Barry

This and That

There is no central theme to this post. It's more of a hodge-podge collection of everything significant that has happened lately.

Some good news to begin. My fasting glucose levels were normal this time so it seems I am out of the woods, for the time being, with regard to diabetes. That's a relief as it would just have been one more health problem to manage!

I'm currently weighing up how best to manage the whole doctor-patient relationship with my GP. I think I'm still minded to keep control of my treatment plan but I am also acknowledging that I can be a little 'full-on' and hard-headed sometimes and no doctor likes a patient who tries to tell them their job! I've worked through the whole 300+ pages of the NHS NICE guidelines and now have a better idea of what I can and can't ask for. Realistically it is just going to be about symptom management rather than anything that will allow me to return to a normal life but I've already accepted that's how things are now.

One thing I'm wanting to ask him is whether he'd sanction Modafinil/Modalert on prescription. It seems to scare a lot of doctors as it can be equated with amphetamines (speed) but it works in a completely different way and doesn't seem to have the risks of raising heart rates or encouraging dependence. I think it has been used 'off-label' for M.E. patients but not widely. Anybody out there had any experiences of this drug?

Another decision i'm chewing over is whether to get a wheelchair. I have a feeling it would make a huge difference to my quality of life as I could get out and about again but I'm constrained by being too worried about the reactions of others. I know I should get over that and I'll try to - it's just that I don't have the energy or inclination to deal with other people's bullshit. There are still so many cases of people with disabled badges on their vehicles being abused for 'being perfectly fine' or people being told they are only using a wheelchair due to being unhealthy or lazy. I mean, I can walk - it's not that I've lost the ability ... but more than a few steps and my heart rate is racing, my muscles are going into spasm and I feel like I'm going to faint. A wheelchair would mean I could try to start doing normal stuff again and have the occasional day out or whatever. I think I will ask for an Occupational Therapist from the local council to come out and assess ways my everyday life could be made easier.

Oh, and I have a new favourite thing. Magnesium. I never realised how beneficial it could be for so many things. I'm now using a magnesium-oil spray on my skin and I have a big sack of Epsom Salts lined up for baths. I'm already seeing benefits in terms of headaches and muscle pain etc. There's apparently a great book called The Magnesium Miracle that gives a lot of detail of the various benefits of the mineral but I haven't got around to checking that out. All I know is that it seems to be having a positive impact so far.

Finally, I'm immensely relieved to have found a support group that I have such a good feeling about. It has been set up by the production company behind the "What about ME?" documentary and group members post their individual stories, and subsequent updates, in the form of videos. I've really struggled with the isolation this illness has caused and with the fact that, with the best will in the world, most people don't understand what life has become for me. Now I have a place where I feel understood and accepted and that's worth such a lot. I might even start posting video updates here instead of writing, haha.

The group can be found here: Vimeo

That's enough for now, I think. Thanks for listening to my ramblings - take care!

Barry

Confusion & Unpredictability

It's unfortunately been a while since I've been up to adding a new post. My intention was to start getting into some detail about how I was planning to treat my illness but my health has taken another downturn lately.

Before all this started, I had some problems with face and head pain in the form of TMJ (tempero-mandibular joint ... the joint that holds our bottom jaw to our skulls) inflammation and cluster headaches. Alas the cluster headaches seem to have returned. This isn't entirely surprising as, by their very definition, cluster headaches come in...well...clusters. You get them everyday for a while and then they go for a while. They are also known as 'suicide headaches' and, now that I've experienced them, I can vouch for that description not being too dramatic. I can completely understand why sufferers kill themselves, or maim themselves, to get rid of the constant and extreme pain. Best description I can give is a hot poker being stuck through the eye. Not nice. It actually creates a strong desire to gouge out whichever part of the head/face is currently painful and sufferers have been known to cut chunks out of themselves in an attempt to stop the pain. Thankfully I'm mostly too weak to go in search of sharp objects ;)

Anyway, all this means that my plans have had to change slightly. I didn't want to put any other prescribed medication into my body but I'm reluctantly going to have to start taking beta blockers again as they seem to be the thing that gives me some relief. Apparently something to do with constricting blood vessels and quietening down pain receptors. I got a bit spooked when the headaches started up again as they did so at the same time as my new supplement regime. So, I temporarily stopped taking anything else for a few days until I worked out it was the return of cluster headaches. Now I'm gradually working back up to full dosage of the supplements and I'll post details of what I'm taking in due course.

Which leads nicely onto what I want to talk about next. I thought I was being so very smart by reading up on every supplement and drug under the sun to see what the latest research findings were and what might benefit me. Unfortunately it hasn't quite worked out as planned though. The more I learn, the more confused I become. For example, imagine you never did any research ever and your doctor said to you: "take these pills, they will make you better" ... all nice and simple, right? Now imagine you decided to do a bit of research on those pills and found lots of documents pointing out they were dangerous and ineffective and then lots of other documents saying they were the best thing ever. Who to believe?

With a few exceptions, I can now make convincing arguments about why something is beneficial, pointless or potentially damaging. Very frustrating for someone like me who works with absolutes and needs black and white answers. However, I need to take something rather than just letting nature take its course so I have to weigh up all the conflicting evidence and bite the bullet. I will and I have. More on that in a future update.

Finally, my symptoms now include light sensitivity and noise sensitivity. The sound of my cat cleaning itself or the washing machine has actually become painful to me and the light is a problem too, even at low levels. All this means I am now having to use sunglasses and ear plugs indoors and will probably have to move into the spare room where I can avoid the everyday noises and activities of the household. I really don't want to cut myself off from what's going on in my own house but I think I'm going to have to take notice of these symptoms and act accordingly. Sorry I don't have anything more positive to report for now but at least the unpredictability of this illness keeps things interesting!

take care,

Barry

How Did We Get Here?

I haven't posted for a while as I haven't had the energy to achieve much of anything lately. In the beginning, I could almost predict whether I was going to have a bad day or not based upon what I had been doing the day before. That pattern doesn't seem to hold true anymore as I'm having bad days for no apparent reason now. This leads me on to the subject of this post. I want to try and document how things have progressed.

The caveat is that my sense of time has become exceptionally unreliable. I could be guilty of thinking that some event from a month ago happened six months ago or vice versa. With that in mind, I'll try to vaguely set out the sequence of events that led to this point.

One of the frustrating elements for me is not really knowing with any certainty what is wrong with me or how I 'caught' this illness. I remember saying to my girlfriend a while back, before I had any sense of anything being seriously wrong, that I felt like I had post-viral fatigue (we had both had 'bugs' that involved a sore throat etc but she recovered from it whereas I was left feeling drained). This was sometime during my first semester at Uni as I remember having a few days where I had to stay home.

After that, my Uni timetable changed (from around January this year) and I had a full day of lectures on a Thursday (2 x 3hrs) and a Friday morning lecture. I was missing lots of Friday lectures as I simply couldn't get out of bed. I distinctly remember saying to some fellow students that "this new timetable is killing me" and I made the obligatory jokes about my age catching up with me etc. 6 hours of lectures in one day is no walk in the park but, at the same time, I had been used to mental strain in previous jobs and it should have been manageable.

So, it's straightforward, right? I caught some kind of virus and never properly recovered from it. Well, apparently not. Rewind a year or so and I had a very strange period of health problems that resulted in me being diagnosed with TMJ syndrome ( info here ) and cluster headaches ( info here ). Both were very unpleasant but largely disappeared as mysteriously as they arrived. I still get problems with my jaw from time to time but nothing like as bad as it was. As for the headaches, they pretty much don't exist anymore. Without getting too deeply into this subject, I should probably mention that both are categorised as myofascial pain ( info here ).

And this is where it gets a bit strange. As part of my ongoing research I was watching a presentation by an eminent American doctor on the subject of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Fibromyalgia. He said that, very often, patients report to their doctors significant myofascial pain a year or two before having other symptoms. He also said that those initial problems resolve themselves and result in patients not visiting their doctor for a while, until the other problems begin.

The medical reasoning behind all this is beyond my comprehension but it strangely suggests that my route was a lot more textbook than I ever imagined. It just seemed to me that I had had an unlucky run of various periods of poor health but maybe they were all linked after all? Unfortunately the medical profession isn't in a position to provide any satisfactory explanation for this sequence, that I can find anyway.

When I first started having serious problems with fatigue I was approaching deadlines for the submission of my coursework and was gearing up for end of year exams. So this would probably be around April or May. Initially, it was a simple case of having to sleep lots. I would get a 'warning' in the form of a constantly twitching right eye and my arms would start to feel really heavy and my balance would go haywire. At that point, I simply HAD to sleep.

Things have progressed since then and I no longer sleep so much. I probably have less energy now and have to rest more but not all of that rest involves sleep. It is very often just laying staring into space or laying with my eyes closed. I don't really get the muscle twitches anymore either. Instead, I get unbearably restless legs. Anyone who has had this will instantly nod in recognition. It's very annoying and uncomfortable but hard to explain to others. It's kinda like having a constant need to shake your legs and/or tense your leg muscles to relieve discomfort. Sometimes it lasts for hours and sometimes it is a much shorter thing. Either way, it seems to my body's new form of twitching and tells me that I need to sleep.

I mentioned in a previous post about how things were for me in terms of symptoms so I won't go over all that again but it's interesting to observe how symptoms have changed over time. A lot of the initial problems I had simply don't apply anymore but they have been replaced by others. I guess the most worrying of which is the lack of mental clarity at times. Although I try not to focus too much on it, it scares me silly that I might lose my ability to concentrate and think clearly. Sometimes my girlfriend says something to me and it's like a collection of random letters. It means nothing to me. Thankfully, this isn't the norm and happens infrequently but each time it happens I worry it will become more frequent.

My Uni degree was supposed to involve going on placement from September but I've had to admit to myself that there isn't a hope of me being fit enough to go ahead with it. In a way, deciding to postpone my degree for a year has brought out the worst emotions for me as it is me admitting that I really am sick and cannot progress my plans. There was a part of me that kept thinking I'd recover in time for the new term and that this was all just a little blip. On the other hand, making the decision takes a lot of uncertainty away for me and that's good as any kind of stress or decision making seems to exhaust me even more.

So, there we are. A vague but hopefully understandable history of how things have progressed. Now it's a case of me accepting that all my plans must radically change (or at least be delayed) and adjusting myself to the current lifestyle I have. Two tasks I must set myself are stopping comfort eating (because I am obviously unlikely to burn many calories having to be laid out all the time) and finding something meaningful to do. I hate not having a purpose and, whilst I need to be realistic about what I can achieve at present, I want to feel as if I am still doing worthwhile things. More on these tasks later!

Take care,

Barry