Ketamine allowed me to have a wonderful spring, followed by a crazy summer. We’ve moved into the travel trailer in a camping club which is surprisingly fun and feels like home. I started singing again and even joined a choir. I was able to have a great visit from my Papa followed by a trip from my Dad. I focused most of my time on doing the work for bariatric surgery, which for me looked like nutritional counseling every other week and loosing 10% of my weight. I found a therapist I love and have made big strides in dealing with being permanently ill, we’ve also been working on the relationships effected by my depression.
A few days after Dad left I had my disability trial. To be honest I didn’t realize how stressful this day would be. It determines the rest of my and also Steven’s life. Our future was in a strangers hands and finally after two years of waiting and appeals, it was here.
I woke up the next day back in my pit. The familiar feel of my little black rain cloud was there, torture yet somehow comforting….. I e spent most of the past 10 years here. My skin on fire and the overwhelming pain I feel in my bones reminding me that life is different and I was not back to “normal”
Damn. A flare. This will pass, just stress, just the after effects of the events of the summer.
In the matter of two weeks, 6 months of hard work unraveled. Just like that.
Depression is no joke.
So here we are go again…. crawling slowly back out of the pit.
The snow is still falling here in the South Puget sound area. It started Friday and should continue throughout the week. I’m curled up on the couch with Sonic just looking out the window, I’ve been here or asleep most of the day. My pain levels are high and I had to make dinner from my walker. But, Y’all!!!! I felt joy and happiness this weekend.
I’ve actually felt it quite a few times since starting Ketamine infusions in November, each time noticing more and more. Sometimes my brain is like hey girl, you’re happy right now, my anxiety immediately second guesses everything! (it also reminds me how much feeling costs each month) With therapy, I’m learning how to work through it and be in the moment, to experience the happy and not worry it away. Two different mental health professionals talked about how hard it is to feel again after years of being numbed up from depression or medications with me this week.
Each year winter reminds me of the anniversary of my life changing. It kind of hangs over my head and the timehop app or social media memories, give me a play by play of losing what used to be my “normal” life and my health.
This winter will be different though, next year I’ll be able to say this winter was the one in which my black rain cloud parted for a while. The sun came out and I saw in colors again. I got to experience life a little bit. Even if the Ketamine infusions stop working or my physical health gets worse I’ll still have the memories from this winter.
Tomorrow will be two weeks since my 4th Ketamine treatment! 2 more to go!
We still haven’t hit our GoFundMe Goal but am hoping to use Christmas and Birthday money to help cover the costs of the last two treatments. Things were getting so bad we decided to go ahead and start treatment without having the full amount and I’m so so glad we did!
I honestly can’t believe I am still functioning. I’m so thankful this treatment is working.
Steven and my Mom noticed a change almost right away with others to follow! Lately, I can tell the pain is slowing getting worse, but I’m still leaps and bounds from where I was. I’m pretty sure I did more Thanksgiving weekend with Mom and Steven than I had in the 2 past holidays combined. I was really feeling the after-effects of the fatigue so am working hard on retraining my brain to slow down. Just because I’m feeling so good doesn’t mean my body can be superwoman. Halfway through a lap around the dog park without my walker, Steven and I were impressed, so impressed I did it again the next day. I didn’t plan on not having the walker with me but had to take it out of the car for more room at Thanksgiving. Somedays I can’t put my finger on how I’m feeling, but then we have experiences like that which would not be possible before starting infusions. Since starting my Infusions I’ve been able to help a friend online and become a Virtual Assistant, and most importantly take better care of myself & home. For the first time in so long, my mind is daydreaming and planning for the future. I’ve even worn makeup on a few outings!
I just wanted to update y’all on how things are going and thank you again for all your support.
My first ketamine infusion is tomorrow. Seriously, thank you all for your prayers and donations on the GoFundMe page. We haven’t made our goal but have enough for the first two infusions and since I can’t seem to get out of this flare, depression, and pain wise, we are just trusting The Lord and going for it.
My anxiety is on overdrive. (when did anxiety become buzzword) Last night I made Steven take me for Mexican food so I could eat my feelings, followed by a walk around Hobby Lobby. It sounds silly but I needed to read all the inspirational stuff, to hope for the future, and to get excited about Christmas decorations. I don’t know what I’m more afraid of…. The infusion therapy working or it not.
I’ve put all my eggs in this one basket so to speak so if it doesn’t work I’m back to square one. When you’re chronically ill you must accept the fact that sometimes you aren’t going to get better. The pain will always be there, the fatigue will always be there. You can try to manage the symptoms but things won’t be the same. I know that these infusions wont cure me, only help my symptoms but if these work it will be the closest thing to “normal” I’ve felt in a few years. So if it doesn’t work I’ll be somewhat devastated since we have exhausted ALL available options for treating my pain.
If these do work it will come with its own set of worries. How long will it last? How can I pace myself? Can I work again? If so doing what? Where? Will it help my depression? Can I stop taking so many meds? I’m currently on 3 antidepressants, a mood stabilizer and an anxiety medicine…….just to try to control my depression.
I remember very vividly telling my mother I wanted to go walk around Walmart following my colonoscopy with the ketamine. We got out of the car and I saw Mt. Rainer in a way I’d never seen before. It sounds crazy but the fog and fuzziness I had been experiencing for 10 + years seemed to be lifted.
I don’t talk about how bad my depression is most of the time. I’ve always been open about it and my anxiety but usually I keep details out. I admitted to Steven, Mom, and my bible study this week that it may be time to look at hospitalization if nothing changes. Something I have fought hard to keep off my medical record because of future adoption stuff. A couple weeks ago when it first started getting worse, I basically showed up at my best friends house and made her and her family hang out with me. I couldn’t tell her(or anyone) the pain was so unbearable that my meds weren’t’ working. I tried so hard to forget that I was sick that day.
I guess that what I I’m praying so hard that these infusions will allow me to do ….let me forget I’m sick for just a little bit
Allow my body and mind to have some time to breathe. At this point even if it’s just for 24 hours I feel it would be worth it.
Leaving the house and showering have become increasingly difficult. I wish I could say if it’s the pain or depression making things so bad but it all seems to be running together lately.
I went to an appointment yesterday, the sun was shining, the rain had stopped and it was cool enough outside I wasn’t drenched in sweat by the time I got home. I really thought getting out would help. It didn’t. Actually seems to have made things worse on the fatigue front.
Since getting sick, I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the water for sure. Ask anyone, showering is one of the most exhausting things to do when you are chronically ill. Then when you add the pain the water causes its just easier not to shower, unless absolutely necessary. Baths with epsom salt, a fan, ice pack seem to do the most bearable. My hair has been falling out pretty bad lately, it’s either the new antidepressants or the mono wreaking havoc on my body.
Tomorrow I will have to leave the house and go to a work function with Steven. I feel so silly that its Friday night and I’m writing (to calm my anxieties) about showering and leaving the house. Oh well, here to a Saturday not on the couch no matter how I feel!
It’s been so long since I’ve blogged. I wish I could blame is all on my illnesses but this hiatus has probably been more from my depression than a flare.
I started some new anti-viral therapy to help with my EBV & CMV. Let me tell you, it’s been rough! As rough as it’s been I think it’s working, some days I think I can feel my body battling.
That being said I think it’s messing with my depression medication. Because of insurance stuff and how hard it is to jump through behavioral health hoops it took me longer than expected to see a new psychiatrist. (mine retired)
As easy as it is for me to talk openly about my healthy stuff, hysterectomy, and life, my depression is one of the harder topics!
My hope is to keep blogging about my experiences with the antivirals. I also have a cool new medication app I’m trying that some of y’all may benefit from!
A few months ago I got the bright idea to change up my blog and focus it more on helping those with Chronic Illness like me. I’ve done hours of research, training videos and blogging courses. I want so badly to be a influential writer, especially to those hurting like me. To be honest I also hope that one day I can monetize my blog to help off set the income lost by me being sick. Yesterday I wrote a post that was only 75% me though. Writing about my experiences with crashing was easy- trying to transition to selling items with amazon links was not.I took a course on instagram branding last night. I got so overwhelmed I shut my computer and went to bed defeated. I feel so lost in that word, I’ve always been the creative type but never had the ability to execute! So please bare with me as I fumble through social media and writing courses in hopes to better my hobby!
As many of you know Steven and I recently went on vacation!!! Flew to Austin, drove through Waco, picked up Beverly in Dallas, drove to Kansas, did wedding stuff, drove to Papa’s, surprised Abby, took a trip to the Beach, hung out with Grandma, flew home, picked up Sonic, then ended with Steven’s Uncle Rons wedding!
I’ve been watching way too many Hallmark and Lifetime movies this holiday season. It’s made me reflect on my own love story.
I could tell you all about the online dating, the nerves, me walking to a Red Robin because my car broke down and my phone was dead. Our first kiss on my birthday and the heartbreaking news that not only did I lose my passport; it was expired leaving me to spend Christmas alone. How Steven invited me to spend Christmas with his family, and ended up at the beach. It was Christmas Day, standing on a sand dune looking out at the water that, I realized I loved him. He felt like home. It’s been two years since that time and he still feels like home.
Instead I’ll tell you a different part of our love story; The part that isn’t all merry and bright like a Christmas movie.
Last year the holidays were full of excitement about seeing both sides of my family and getting to introduce them to the man that makes me smile. The nerves and heartbreak of my upcoming hysterectomy were somewhat masked by the excitement of it all. Unfortunately my mind is kind of a jerk and doesn’t always listen to my heart. It was full of anxiety and the fear that he would leave once the surgery was done. I felt as if I wasn’t going to be woman enough anymore. He didn’t leave.
It was after surgery that threw us both for a loop (actually it’s been more like a crazy roller coaster coming off the tracks). I never got better. We were introduced to the world of Chronic Illness. He held my hand and fought for me while searching for answers. Being undiagnosed for so many months was awful. As it became clearer that my chronic pain wasn’t leaving anytime soon, I once again let my mind worry about him not loving me anymore.
I could not have been more wrong. He has held my hand through what seems like hundreds of blood tests and sat hours in waiting rooms. Supporting me while I try dozens of new medications and having to suffer the side effects right along with me. Never complaining about the times I can’t get out of bed to make him dinner or having to make sure we have clean clothes. He takes care of me days when I can’t care for myself. He has washed and brushed my hair, pulled me out of the bathtub, and some days changed my clothes. He sits in the floor with me while I cry and scream about wanting to feel normal again.
Recently my health insurance switched and suddenly everything health wise was no longer being blamed on “Just fibromyalgia and mono.” We have been thrown back onto the roller coaster and it’s even scarier this time around.
This Holiday season my heart and mind know that it will be okay, because he is by my side and loves me despite the person I’ve become since getting sick.
I doubt our story will ever be made into a Hallmark movie and that’s okay. I feel I have a different type of Love, one that heals, and comforts, and feels like home.
Tomorrow I see a new Doctor. With all the insurance changes and having to get Medicaid I can no longer see Dr. P, my favorite and primary care for most of this crazy journey, or my psychiatrist who finally got the correct combo of meds!!
I have read enough articles, blogs and Chronic Illness facebook posts to know not to get my hopes up but here I am 24hrs away from an appointment, getting excited. TOMORROW’S THE DAY WE GET AN ANSWER AND FIX ME!!It’s this feeling I’ve had many times before. Before the neurologist, MRIs, every blood test, rheumatologist appointments, gastroenterologist and every other “ist” I have seen. Maybe someone will have an idea on how to help me or find answers in a new test.
Chronic illness are different than most, you never want tests to show anything bad but at the same time you want something to show up so maybe the medical community can fix it.
Though I have the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia, along with some other things, it doesn’t mean I’m well or that we actually know exactly what is wrong. I’m still having the same problems and the longer it goes on the more frustrated I get. I still have a plethora of symptoms that can’t be explained by just fibro, some of which are quite scary. Just this week I passed out, fell off the toilet and broke my glasses beyond repair. This isn’t something that exercise and mindfulness can fix. It’s not something I just work through or can blame on my depression.
Something in my body is off, I can feel it.
So here I am being hopeful and praying the Dr says something new or different tomorrow. I know deep down that I’m at the beginning of the marathon that is my new life and no person or miracle medicine can’t fix me…… yet.
I still want to believe that I, like so many others in the chronic illness community, are not forgotten or left to accept a diagnosis without treatment options. We all deserve to have hope in the medical community around us.
So off I go with my medical records, a 2 page list of medications I’m on, and a hopeful attitude.