Sunday, 11 January 2015

Written a few weeks ago

I've been feeling very emotional the last few days.  It doesn't help that the anniversary of one year in bed just passed. Any small thing can send me from OK to emotional . such small things are setting it off.

My pa just gave me a tin of lentil soup instead of a container of dhal - that's what set me off. Then she picked my cat up to move her - which I've seen her do several times in one day.

All these little things start to signify so much more:

The soup is about my ability to control my own life and also about being heard. 

Not picking my cat up is about not managing my cats behaviour in ways I can't, in case she starts to only respond to those ways. What happens if she starts staying put until she's moved rather than responding to hand gestures or verbal comments? She also moved the cat before I had a chance to do any of those things.  People do these things without thinking of the bigger things. Why would they? It's not their picture to look at.

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Updates

I've been spending less time online and more time resting.  I can now sit up at 60° for 26 seconds. Yesterday was 21 so hopefully tomorrow will stay 26.  The idea is to improve sitting tolerance enough to tolerate being hoisted and then 'sitting' in my powerchair which tilts and reclines.   i have been working on this for a few weeks but have managed something for 18 days straight. I will be very happy when I go over 30 seconds. I am hoping pace will pick up as time goes on.

It is very difficult getting the pacing right.  I keep doing nearly nothing except rest and a bit of paperwork in the day, then at night I feel like I need to do something for me. The result has been some very ill mornings and nights.  I'm not sure where the line is though I.e what time to sleep, how much I can watch/do.

Friday, 12 September 2014

Quality of life when you have severe ME

I'm wondering how much quality of life it is possible to have with severe and particularly very severe ME. 

 If you visit severe ME online support groups you will see a lot of people needing support for feelings of desperation and despair. You will find people who are lonely and who are suffering deeply from both the affects of symptoms and also the social and emotional effects of this illness; but is it possible to have true quality of life with severe ME? Is it possible to be happy?

A large part of awareness campaigns centre around how awful it feels to have this condition. I don't think that's always helpful. I think it is definitely useful to do that to an extent when pointing to the medical and social care abuse we suffer but, does it hinder our acceptance as a community? People with various other conditions can have pride in their conditions so why can't we? Is it truly just down to suffering?

When I had severe (rather than 'very severe') ME, I definitely had some quality of life and was often happy.  I knew that I could find happiness even if I stayed at that level forever. Most of why I desperately saught improvement was to gain back the ability to play my trumpet.  I could deal with most other things.  Now that I am more severe, I dont know if I could live at this level and be happy - but it's so hard to judge when there are so many external factors affecting my quality of life. With this level of physical suffering maybe I could have a decent quality of life. Maybe it's the mental suffering from social services and lack of medical support that is truly affecting my quality of life. Question is, with an illness so deeply entangled in medical and social abuse and neglect, can we even consider the illness in isolation?  I think truly what makes ME so awful is the combination of how the condition affects us and how we are treated.  

When we talk of the elusive 'hope'; what are we hoping for? A removal of symptoms or an end to the abuse?

Friday, 22 August 2014

Taking it out on carers

This blog is likely to contain a lot of shorter posts for a while, a lot of which will be about care agencies.

I had an altercation with a carer a little while ago where I snapped and said she took it out on me when she was in a bad mood. in response she said she didn't but I did and all the other carers agreed. at the time I was defensive but maybe they were right...in a way sort of. 

I apologised to a carer a little while ago for being snappy and explained it was because I was exhausted. They responded by saying it was ok but I should also be patient as they were trying to work it out. One carer was new and the other has worked  nights very recently. She should have known the basics but she didn't. she also wasn't listening and kept doing things that hurt me. I'd give instructions to do something differently at least 3 times before she moved her hands away. She had assumed the mentality of lead carer except her instructions to her colleague were vague like 'the cushions' - I own at least 10 cushions. When I said "I am utterly exhausted and can't explain everything right now. Please can you tell her which cushions". She responded with "the cushions" as if I had never spoken.  She clearly hadn't tried to memorise my nightly routine. 

Do I take my bad moods out on them? No.  When I'm completely exhausted, in agony and every word I utter has to be shouted to be loud enough because my lungs are weak. when every word I utter causes a surge in nausea and yet none are heard, understood or respected, do I ever let my frustration boil to the surface and snap as I give instructions I shouldn't need to be giving. Yes, absolutely.  Would it be better if I didn't? Probably yes, but there should be a far more obvious solution than me bottling it up.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

it happened

It happened. That thing all people with ME/CFS fear. I became bedbound after a relapse in January.

I have wanted so much to write about this but not been able to. I am starting to be able to now.  In time I will start to write here again as I think it will help, but right now I am running on adrenaline and must be careful not to write too much. Much of what I write about will be quite raw.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

How my social behaviour has changed

Things I do socially now I use a wheelchair

- if I need to stop somewhere or am waiting for someone to arrive, I overact the fact that I am waiting - I find a corner or pillar, fiddle with my phone and avoid eye contact. This is to stop people from 'helping'. If I don't make it completely obvious I am waiting then numerous people ask if I need help whilst the rest stare and wonder if they should.

- when people push each other out of my way and make me feel like a car I intentionally slow down to make a point that I was not and did not need to get past.

- if I am no more in the way than any walking person (usually in a shop), I do not preemptively move and instead wait for the person to say 'excuse me'. Once they have attempted to climb over me they might realise they simply had to treat me like a normal human being.

- when adults pull children away from me if they show the faintest bit if interest in my presence I ignore the adult and flash my lights. At best the adult might realise the child is intrigued and not ignorant, at the minimum the child will learn that you can interact with disabled people - or I will just piss their parents off.

- when kids in buggies stare at my chair I make a comment (to adults and child) about how mine differs from theirs in size, colour and that it has a joystick. It's nice to see the penny drop on adults faces as they realise the real reason the child is staring.

- drive forwards if someone leans on my chair

Things I wish I would do

- approach the adults who pull their children out of the way when I am nowhere near. Let them know that they are teaching their child that disability is something to be feared and that it makes me feel like a monster.

- drive in to the backs of boyfriends who yank their girlfriends arms to move them away from me. Alternatively, point out that 'protecting' your partner using physical aggression against them is not OK...you are not being a gentleman, you are being a douche.

- assertively tell people not to lean on/against my wheelchair back/handlebars/headrest - particularly on the tube. Just because I am disabled doesn't mean I am immune to being mugged. You could have your hands in my bag for all I know. Similarly, just because I am sitting down doesn't make it ok to approach me from behind by grabbing my shoulder. A hello would suffice.

- violently 'spasm' at the next person who tries to use me and my wheelchair as an arm/leg/newspaper rest.

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

ME/CFS clinic appointment

This blog post was written using Dragon dictation for iPod. Please be patient if you find any mistakes in something doesn't make sense. I will tryand correct this time that at the moment that is not within my abilities.

This week I saw a chronic fatigue syndrome clinic. This is the second time I have seen such a service that my first time at this particular one.

The experience was… Interesting.

The first thing that happened was that when I arrived and turned the corner into the consultants were in the consultant said oh my goodness... This didn't strike me as a particularly positive start to be appointment to be honest. The consultant had some very interesting ideas about what causes chronic fatigue syndrome or M.E as it is preferred to be called by sufferers. The appointment lasted around one hour and I felt as if I was being talked that for the entire time,with no attempts to learn how my illness facts, what symptoms Et cetera.

The consultants series on M.E/CFS word that it takes three mechanisms to cause M.E/CFS to happen. In his opinion these were as follows;

One. The genetic predisposition to the conviction.
Two. A trigger for example a major life events, a virus, another illness or et cetera.
Three. Particular mental state was he called it a 'fertile mind. . .

I tried to bite my tongue . I completely disagree with this theory, which I have heard mentioned similarly before and know other people havebeen told this at similar clinics as well . I did however, feel as if I was being backed into a corner. It was clear that his intentions were to get me to undergo a cognitive behavioural therapy and/or graded exercisetherapy . I managed to quickly got any thoughts are graded exercise therapy to rest after stating that I thought it was too much risk to my health . He then turned his attention back toCBT.

I try my best to remain strong about illness related things that deep down a big part of the grief process for me has involved? So. Question myself repeatedly about whether or not what I'm experiencing is true whether anything I am doing has any bearing on the end result of my impairments , and whether I am doing the right thing in terms of self management.

The more he spoke at me, the more grounds down Ken, and also the more fatigued I became which meant I felt as if I had no sense to fight. The consultant was nice in his demeanour; this actually made things worse! In hindsight, it was all quite manipulative. It was repeatedly implied that if I am to go see T then this will be a cure. He spoke of other people who were also in wheelchairs and one lady in particular you apparently after CBT was able to stand and walk again because she learns what the triggers were . Apparently as soon as she started think thinking of the difficult thing that had caused her mental state to cause cf S, she immediately started having symptoms again and was unable to walk. The consultant asked how I could believe that this illness dance not have the psychological component switch the only thing I can say is that perhaps for these people there was a psychological component that from me, I do not believe there is!

Having any major life events, including a chronic illness is going to have an effect on your psychological well-being. This is not the same as chronic than being psychological, and I am fed up of being made to feel as if acknowledging this (which in my eyes is very important in terms of the grief process ) means acknowledging that your illness has a psychological component. There is an important interaction between the two, but this is not the same as cause and effect.

I am conscious that I am waffling at this point! However, this was very frustrating and so in some ways it is hard not to! Nonetheless, I will try and summarise a little better.

The doctor that I just saw gave many bits of 'evidence, but apparently proved that not only was this a physiological illness but that's the only way of treating it is actually the psychological treatments.

These evidences for this included that all cells in the body and brain come from the same original song and that's how can we define their mind and body divides and that's how could an illness effort purely physical. Also, that mental state has a big impact on the new system and so this improving the mental state will make the problems reverse and thus you will get better.

Apparently physiological treatments can only provide a patch over the problems and only psychological treatments such as cognitive behavioural therapy will be able to cure your illness. It is important to note at this point that he gave no mention of any physiological treatment at all. Whilst he acknowledged that there was a shame that was physical cure, you did not acknowledged that there was any need for one.

I can now see many faults in all of his arguments , but at the time this was a lot more difficult.

The end result of this appointment was me being backed into a corner and say that I would consider CBT and let him know. I was very much made to feel that I would not be offered any other treatments for my symptoms unless I was happy to comply with nice guidelines treatment. It was also implied that complying was synonymous with recovery, and that if I was not recovering that meant I must not be comply . Thankfully, just as I was leaving the waiting room I was told that he would forward my referral for a symptom-based treatments. I was not told what these were! All this of course, just as he shook my hand and told me it was nice to meet me and once again I was a very nice gentleman. This, along with telling me I was an intelligent guy formed a large part of his demeanour in the appointment.

I think it is incredibly unfair, to put people's health in danger by suggesting treatments that are widely discouraged by nearly all M.E charities . It is also completely unfair to give people false hope of recovery. I am sure some people do improve with these therapies , however in the grand scheme of things there are not many and it is misleadingto tell patients (as this consultant did to me) that the U.K.'s treatments are the only ones in the world that seemed to work.

So, after that appointment I guess I'm not any further forward aside from maybe (because it was never discussed fully) I will end up with a diagnosis of M.E CFS. Other than that, I now just have the option between undergoing therapy that could make me physically worse or alter my grieving process, or arguing it out with the M.E/CFS team and my GP that this treatment is unsuitable, pointless, a waste of my time and their resources as well as being potentially dangerous. This will no doubt have another impact on my medical notes in the future. Fun times!