And so this is Thanksgiving

Something has broken. Something snapped-the straw has broken the camel's back. Hope has disappeared & the bleakest, blackest darkness is here.

I was blogging daily for WEGO & the November NHBPM (national health blog post month) & was into day 5-10 when the flare came on, & for the first time I understood what 'losing consciousness/feeling' meant. The level of pain was so bad it simply wore me out & I couldn't stay awake. By no means was it peaceful slumber, rather sharply stunted sleep between fits of electric nerve endings firing off at insane intervals. Nevertheless, I stopped blogging. I stopped being able to do much of anything. Going to the bathroom was work. Making food was a joke. Something changed when the last weather related change came, & I came undone.

A Czech friend had asked & sent her PHD paper for me to look at-having been so eager to help I now haven't even opened it. A friend L noticed I had stopped communicating & sent several gorgeous pictures of fall leaves-I only saw one, & for me it represented how I felt. Instead of the beautiful colored leaf it was in black & white with almost silver overtones. He too lives somehow outside yet exists inside life. He understands the suffocating loneliness. He sees things skewed & different than the normal family bound individual.

Having not seen my new neurologist lately, I saw him Monday. My old dr I saw every month & sometimes every 2 weeks. Deep down I knew he wasn't the one-he wasn't treating me at all, rather seeing me every 2-3 months & on HIS timetable just giving me morphine. He left every appt abruptly, never returning yet leaving me alone in the room for 30 mins before his staff found me & gave me a random appt. so after barely showering, my clothes feeling so uncomfortable & seeing in the light of day my hair almost half grey which stunned me I went & waited. He came in, asked me about side effects-I think he had nothing to say yet felt he needed to & just asked a random question. I mentioned my face-I have periods where my face has the bright red butterfly rash that appears & lasts for days much like the Lupus butterfly rash. I mentioned it as my face was so hot & so red & I felt surely he would notice. Nope. He asked if I had Lupus. What? You, my neurologist, you're asking if I have lupus? Stunned I answer no, I was tested for that years ago, & explain that fibromyalgia often produces this same rash much like lupus. I explain that to said neurologist. Dad had come back into the room at that time & was just waiting with me, as he hen just stood up, said he would be back, & after speaking/listening to me for maybe 3 minutes leaves us, & his nurse comes 30 minutes later with half of my prescriptions & an appt to see him in 3 months. Right then was when this thing broke. I had gone for 2 months without seeing him & after that pitiful excuse of a visit he now doesn't 'need' to see me for 3 months? The nurse/staff says my morphine isn't due for a few days so I can't get the RX now. Let me explain-that kind of RX comes with a special 'do not fill until this date' kind of safety thing. My old dr gave me my RX a week or 2 before trusting & knowing I wouldn't & COULDN'T fill it early. As we get in the car & look up the dates we see I will be out of morphine this weekend, & as we know their office is closing Wednesday for the holiday dad calls & asks shall we pick it up then? He is told no, sorry, you will have to wait & call/pick it up the following Monday. Dad pleads, saying 'but she will be dying by then...' only to be told sorry & be hung up on. Obviously I will never go back to him, but what now? I have seen so many drs. I have been sent away by so many as a challenging case. I can't stay on this merry-go-round of piecemeal health care any longer. For the first time honestly my hope in anything is gone. I have nothing left. With no family or kids of my own I feel so alone. So lost. My old best friend was in Colombia & a girl/dalliance kept saying to him 'just be, just be!' & we always laughed about it...but when literally just being leaves you exhausted, without help or any hope to speak of, what then?

 

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Finality in Lights

I love having my new, own place. Chai bunny has loved exploring & ripping pieces off the maze of cardboard boxes, climbing up my 7 pillow stacks, searching for the previously hidden tootsie roll bag with her massive hound dog nose, & taking her stuffed friends all over to show them their new home. We put up a string of lights as a banner on my bed, adding some whimsy & light to my otherwise kept vampire-like dark I keep for my insane fibro-sensitive eyes. Otherwise I've felt I have had nothing to say, nothing to feel, just nothing. My doctor is good, although his wanting to skip a month in visits & not really planning anything new in the way of treatments is a bit worrying. I guess I feel that like an elderly person going into a home I've gotten to the place in a figurative sense I've come to die. That's ok, but just so final. One of the main reasons we moved is to be closer to family, for my parents know after they are gone I'll need help just existing...though I worry & feel badly for whoever gets saddled with the burden of me as a professional sick person. I hate feeling or thinking like this, but it comes to me when I'm sleeping through stress dreams & is on my mind when I wake up. Hopefully Chai bunny will continue to jump on my bed & wake me up with her fuzzy face & big eyes watching me as I open my eyes.

 

 

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Making the bed

I've been really sick lately. My body seems to have forgotten what proper seasons feel like, & for over a week my sinus/allergies/cold has switched into high gear. Crazy how my body forgets how to fight & adjust to something I lived with over half of my life...after living 5+ years without seasons, my compromised body doesn't know what on earth to do. All I know is that if I don't see real snow after the packing, moving, stress, etc I will flip out. Dad found a bottom/fitted sheet & brought it over. He is really busy today, so I made myself switch around the mattress pad, put on a bottom sheet, & rearrange the batik bedspread so he didn't have to come back over. I have been so happy to just have a bed, tv, fridge, & Chai bunny I've lived without a sheet for a couple of months. Your priorities change when you focus on just getting through each day & night as best you can. Chai bunny loves the new & improved bed, jumping up & thumping so hard she bounced to announce to the bed that she had arrived. Of course my body is cursing me for not waiting for bed-making help, but as the parents are sick with cold front colds too, I just wanted to do something for myself. Mom sent me these roses from one of our many flower bushes last week, & today as they are dying I fell in love with the poppy-like look of the huge middles & had to take a picture. An almost dried Cabbage Rose, watching My Name Is Earl on Netflix, & Chai bunny visits set my mind at ease a bit as I try to breathe deep & fight through one more day. & fresh sheets are just the icing on my happy little cake ;)

 

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Finding home

Today was one of the most painful, exhausting days yet was the day I felt most at home. I often have CFS (chronic fatigue syndrome) symptoms-extreme exhaustion-just walking 5 steps to the bathroom can leave me worn out. I slept on & off all night & day, & finally figured out that putting pillows under my arms helped the pain a little bit. Having extreme joint/elbow pain from rheumatoid arthritis, fibro, & oesteoporosis causes painsomnia. Even with the pain, tiredness, & fever-like feeling, I felt really at home today. For me, home has always been mental & not based on location-living in the Czech Republic I felt like I was home...& in the mountains of Brazil it seemed I belonged there. Deep down of course I knew that moving here would work out-I never have minded change, for that signified excitement & new experiences...but that was when I was moving around overseas, etc. Today even with boxes still packed & no pictures on the wall it didn't matter. Sleeping in my old bed, with 8 pillows arranged in order of relief, & a fridge full of Marnie safe food, & Chai bunny resting underneath my foot as if it was a bunny nestling above her head, mentally I felt ok with the world. Mom had sent over a jar of flowers-ones that had broken off an arrangement dad was taking to put on my brother's grave Sunday-& with wet hair from sticking my head out the door watching our turtle-who we named Pepper-walk around in the pouring rain, I took this picture to capture my happiness. To document the proof that I was ok. That even with tremendous pain I felt at peace. That my little purple house had become my home.

 

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Views of my visibly happy afternoon & purple house

After walking through the backyard to my parents/caregivers house to pick up meds & magnets, I walked around the yard looking for our adopted outside discovery, Pepper the turtle. I didn't find him but I did smell the gorgeous flowers left behind from the previous owners. My back was going out quickly, so I dashed (a very slow dash...) home & after resting put up my favorite Wilco poster from my brother with my super heavy magnets on my fridge.

It's right next to the soon to be record player orange corner! Very excited about that. I then put on my ultra expensive lidocaine patches-they take a bit of the edge off of pain, though they are $500 for 60 patches-& I have to get my neuro to sign off on them so insurance will pay. Ugh.

My old dorm room white board is on the fridge, where we keep notes-today was hoping our cat Macy gets better-she has badly damaged kidneys & it looks as if these are her last days, so we are really sad. Next a celebration of invisible illness week, & after last week it finally feels a bit fall-ish in the air. Ahhh yes.

I've been in my little purple house a month or so, & for the first time I lit candles. Mom is always fearful of this as sometimes my meds make me sleepy, but of course I'll be mindful. I haven't really been able to use candles since moving in with them 6+ years ago. Amazing how lighting a candle brings me independence & joy-something most people think nothing of & light candles daily-for me it's a huge deal!

 

The candle in the dark as seen from my bed-on the coffee table. I'm really starting to feel this little house is mine-that it is my safe place where my illnesses are ok-that is my skin is hurting I can be naked & not worry as Chai bunny doesn't mind, & being on the back of a fenced yard my windows are safe & private. Being sick sucks, but making small changes to accommodate mean the world!

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Fevered dreams & little surprises

After a week of fever, swollen glands everywhere-one even hardening into a small marble under my arm-I woke up this morning after having feverish stress dreams panicked & stuck. After starts like that it's nice to find some little surprises & discoveries. My love of detective mysteries was delighted to find that netflix has 'Cracker' & 'Durham County' on streaming. The forst stars the fantastic Robbie Coltrain set in the UK, the second a strange, twisted, nightmarishly fantastic Canadian series that has moments of last year's 'American Horror Story' from FX running through it.

I stubbornly want to decorate my little house like I used to be able to, & a few days ago got out & shelved about 50 of my vinyl record collection, of course overdoing it in the process. A guy I used to work with gave me all of his record collection-& it's a really, really good one. I got it about 7-8 years ago but never really was able to see all of the records-& putting them up found loads of the Rolling Stones, the Beatles (with posters from them still perfect in the sleeve), the Who, Led Zepplin, & Neil Young-& the wonderful Johnny Cash. My friend & I used to play the side with I Walk the Line over & over again. Swoon.

I found a giant hedgehog, or a Czech 'Jezek' from a class of a dear Czech business I taught & loved. Chai bunny is in love & took to him, licking his furry nose immediately.

Dad brought in my grandmother's old mirror, & even though it isn't up & might not be for months-it's ok. Just having it around thrills me.

Mom found my bedspread/blanket I used in Indonesia, with all it's holes, faded stripes, & soft love clean & ready to have as an extra blanket on my bed.

Last but certainly not least, dad was mowing & found & brought this adorable turtle for me to see. It stuck his head out & started walking, not at all shy. Of course I'm now leaving little bits of veggies & leftover Chai bunny food outside for it, hoping he will become friendly & we can have a proper turtle/tortoise & the hare/nut head bunny fable happen in the apartment! Chai bunny had made a path around the sofa, under the bed & beside the boxes where she zooms around-last night I heard her skid off the carpet & onto the concrete floor as the sound of little paws & nails went across concrete...so she's practicing! All we need now is Mr. Turtle to return! Finally, & with fever I had to go numerous times & stand in my front door & let the hurricane rain soak my face. Having my own front door to open in private behind the house & fence of my family is great. I can stand in just a gown & no one can see my moon face happily letting rain run down my neck & back, for Chai bunny to investigate after.

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Happy Anniversary Lessons

It's my parents 49th anniversary. After the things they've been through & survived-it gives me hope that that I can make it. After the great neuro visit other than the decision to not do spinal shots for a bit mentally I'm feeling more sound. That things might just work out. He did a nerve test that had me using a walker for days after & completely bedridden. Not fun but necessary. He felt I had MS but we reassured him that my spinal tap, etc came back ok. It's scary that my drs see this possibility after having me squeeze their hand & I can feel my strength just not where it once was...& I can sense it in their mannerisms. Alas, I loved the new doctor-he kept me at my pain med regiment, which from his nurse I understand I'm only the 2nd person he has written high power meds for-she said he felt I was sweet & trustworthy & was knowledgeable about my conditions-& that I wasn't out to take advantage. It thrilled me that he saw that in me. My little purple house is coming along slowly & Chai bunny has made it her own. She loves getting in bed with me, searching for treats I keep hidden under a pillow. I love having privacy but also having mom & dad only a few feet away is comforting. Sorry if this seems disjointed-it is. I am. I've been so exhausted I can't seem to do much of anything after seeing the dr a few days ago. That's ok-if anything my parents have shown me not to give up-through extreme economic hard times. The 2 year illness & death of a child to cancer. Through numerous moves-so numerous I can't count. To the usual family strife & reconnecting. To real life. Happy anniversary mom & dad, & thank you for showing me lessons in surviving in real life & time. I love you both so much.

 

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Sleeping lessons

After finally moving into my motorcycle workshop turned my purple apartment, I've been sleeping with less pain. Being back in my orthopedic mattress sleigh bed is a huge part, along with a few adjustments. My house is small, but a separate house & perfect for me. I made my bed a focus as I spend most of my time in it-it kills my back to sit in chairs/sofas/etc, so sitting in bed is my answer. I stacked 4 pillows behind me against the headboard & 2-3 pillows under my knees, creating a recliner type effect. It really seems to alleviate a bit of pain while sleeping.

 

 

Dad & I put together the Tetris like impossible shelf so my records have a great place to live! After we got a toilet & sink put in mom & dad donated 2 large bookshelves to create a privacy barrier around them, & I found my old James Bond poster-& I'm thinking of hanging it up so if anyone ever broke in they'd see a life size picture of a man...the man guarding my home. I can't think of a better bodyguard. ;)

 

Of course the shelves & walls will be filled with all my art, overseas treasures, etc but we are unpacking & setting up 2 households so it will get done in time. We are getting a WiFi extender as I am barely getting a signal out here & am having Internet & Netflix & Facebook withdrawals-so hopefully that will solve that problem. I can't live without my Netflix!

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My amethyst house

As purple is the awareness color for fibromyalgia-& a longtime fav of mine, dad so lovingly painted 2 walls gothic amethyst, a grey-silver light purple & the other two a dark eggplant color called purple blanket. I love the names of paint colors! He had a toilet & sink put in-I'll use their shower in their house for safety, & we angled my bed against the two white shelves we're using (that mom lovingly donated to the cause) as a privacy barrier in the corner by the bathroom. As I spend so much time sitting/reclining in bed, I wanted it a major part of the plan so I can see the tv, face the love seat for company, etc. I had gotten the black wooden sleigh bed back in graduate school-it has 4 spiral silver knobs on each corner that I adore. Mom & dad gave me the gorgeous batik bedspread (that perfectly fits my queen bed) they got in Indonesia. It's perfect! Chai bunny is loving the huge space compared to the only place she has known-the old bedroom. Though the apt is basically an efficiency it is huge to her! It has a garage door that we are covering with my massive vinyl collection on shelves & an old school pull-down school map. I love that I have built-in shelves by the bed for keeping my cords/iPad/kindle, etc right there in reach. This is my 2nd night & I'm just thrilled! Thanks for all of your great wishes! Also a huge thanks to mom & dad, & my brother for finding the guy to put in my bathroom-he chose a great guy.

notice Chai under the table...

my magic bed

media center & my Indonesian triangle shelf

Chai bunny in bed

Watching the last 'Closer' from bed :)

Record players & shelves

 

Headboard details & gorgeous eggplant paint!

 

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Moving to apt!

An hour-ish Chai bunny & I are moving into our apt/house in the backyard of the parents house! We've been dying to get out there but we had to get fixed in the main house first...so pics to come! Here's the paint colors & my one of a kind Indonesian Batik bedspread from our time living over there...& finally I'll be back in my own black sleigh bed after 6 long years. Much to celebrate tonight!

 

Chai bunny adopted my childhood friend Marshmallow from my dear friend Laura!

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Stillness

Some days the impact of what I CAN'T do overwhelms me. I've been living this way for years now, but certain days I wake up from dreams in which I'm not sick, then realize I still am. It's quite a cruelty joke-in my dreams I run, dance, love, date, am with friends...then the stillness hits me.

 

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Maybe miracle

After possibly the toughest 3 weeks on record, sometimes you catch a break. After realizing I'll be without meds (quite dangerous) for a two week period until seeing my new neurologist, I left a tearful message to my beloved former neuro, begging for help. Normally they can't give you certain medications unless you see them in person, & I knew my body couldn't handle that drive, much less leave Chai bunny. Yesterday the nurse called, & Dr. T agreed to give me a two week courtesy RX-& a family friend will pick it up & mail it to us ASAP. Until it gets here I'll be nervous, but the fact that people are helping restores my faith in mankind. Chai bunny is doing much better-she still has several mammary tumors, but hasn't has anymore blood in her urine, & is eating & drinking normally. We aren't out in the apt yet, but being close to my parents during this time is a great thing. Dad's been painting my apt-gothic amethyst & purple blanket-the first a silvery light purple & the second a deep eggplant purple-I love it! Mom has been finding all my treasures from my former life & some new ones :). Today I'm resting a bit easier.

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Gutting realizations

For those of us cursed & sick, we realize the distance of family & friends very quickly. Today I find someone who I helped in past years (before kids & marriage came into play-again) to the safety & detriment of my myself-including hundreds of dollars-that some people have the unique gift of 'growing up', having family, & getting the leisure of forgetting those along the way-kids, marriage, etc that people like me don't have. It's a smashing of heart realization that many, even family, leave you behind to protect their new family. I get it, but I don't. I didn't chose this-I'd give anything to be behind that white picket fence, but that's not in the cards for someone like me. So I suffer-through this move, weeks without drs or help, & face the pain alone, while others home life sleeps in peace & without chance. They slumber & dream while I lie awake, screaming to no one in particular in agonizing pain. What a difference 6 years makes.

 

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Moving

We have now been in our new home for 15 days-my little apt out back has a ways to go, so I have been living in the house until things settle down. Chai bunny seems to be better after coming very close to death several times-right now that subject is too painful to think about. Leaving my beloved cat Zoe & dear rabbit Amsterdam buried in the backyard of the old house was too much to bear. After physically moving things that last morning for fear of my parents having heart attacks/strokes, my body is still in a major flare. We had to get my last prescription of pain meds in Alabama before we left-& ended up having to go to 2 pharmacies to find them as our usual drugstore was out. The 3 of us & my bunny & their cat rode smushed up in the front seat while we towed our car behind. I would have driven as in past times but with meds & physical condition that wasn't an option. Halfway through the trip-after food orders got mixed up & other typical problems happened-the uhaul broke down. An amazing lady dressed in her nice work clothes stopped & helped us for at least an hour while we waited on help. We ended up spending the night-sneaking pets into the hotel as it was the only hotel around & too hot to leave them in the truck...& that next morning is when Chai bunny became a rag doll, totally opposite her normal feisty demeanor. We finally got here after tears, sweat, prayers, fears, you name it Monday the 16th. I've kept a round the clock Chai bunny watching vigil, while my brother dearly had people here that next morning to unload & take the truck back. We didn't have cable, phones, Internet, etc for over ten days, but we were safe...not sound, but safe. Mom found a dr that just might work for me-neurologist who seems a lot like my old dear Dr. T, but I can't see him for about a month, so we will have to find out if & where I could get meds as I'll be without them for a week or so, & going off meds like that cold turkey is extremely dangerous. The weather here is so much hotter, & mom constantly worries about dad & heat stroke as he can't sit still & wants to get things liveable. Our refrigerator broke last week...we have had loads of these things happen & I worry mom will have a major breakdown as all our nerves are raw & bleeding. Sorry to paint such a bleak picture, but if you know me you know that I have to be honest. This is my therapy-coping-my way to vent. I wanted to catch everyone up & thank you so much for the many messages I've gotten letting me know I'm not alone. More very soon-xxxooo from us

Taken the morning of he move-sitting on the floor trying to get magical strength

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2 days & Zoe

It's 2 days until we drive away from this house. It never felt like home except for my parents being here, but nowhere else did either. The Czech Republic felt more like home than here-I at least met people & made fantastic friends, went out, etc.

 

Zoe cat died Feb. 1st, 2011 & I still haven't been in the backyard to see her. With the emotional state I'm in, how on earth-this solar system will I say goodbye?

 

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