Big things are happening in my life at the moment and it's an odd sort of situation where I am moving forward yet have this lingering grip of pain holding on for dear life! When I consider what my body is going through at the moment the reality of that is so far from what is going on in the rest of my life it's unclear how to match the two up!
The week before last the local paper did a story featuring the album launch and my illness. It was nerve wracking doing the interview because I so rarely talk openly about the reality of living with Hypermobility Syndrome but I felt I owed it to everyone diagnosed not to down play my symptoms and just be really honest.
The paper did a great job in captivating my general positivity but were also very to the point in writing about the symptoms. I was really pleased with the article. It was a good message.
Then after that Steve and I went off to the local radio to do an interview which will be aired today. They are also going to play a song off the album too. There are no words to describe how wonderfully surreal that feels!! A song I jointly wrote and performed... on the radio? WHAT?
It feels like everything I have 'been through' has been bringing me to this place. I am under no illusions that the struggles are over but I feel like I have enough strength in me now to soldier on.
Gosh that sounds so incredibly cheesy but something happened Friday night during the gig. I feel like I came home. I don't like to focus on the negative things but it's not been the easiest of lives! I've always had this strange sense though that in the end it would all work out, that I had a 'something' to fulfil. I've never felt like what I was going through was by any means the meaning of life. I guess I have always rest assured that things could and would change and retained this sense of 'Clo' that keeps me silly and positive and determined. I still couldn't tell you what the purpose of my life will be (I've never been very good at knowing where I'm going!) but I feel like I am on the right tracks, I believe when the time is right it will be revealed to me. I have to pay attention to what is being said around me and people are buzzing. Something is shifting.
I don't really know if I can put Friday into words, Nor can I ever write truly how much I appreciate the work of everyone involved to make the night happen!
We were able to portray how well we've all gelled in the rehearsals up on stage and from what people have said we knocked it out the park. The response from people has been overwhelming. My sister said 'Tonight you became the person you were always meant to be', another friend commented 'I've never seen anyone so relaxed on stage before'. My parents were beside themselves with pride. It really feels like something special happened Friday. It completely smashed all my expectations of how well it 'may' go!!
I feel like this whole experience has helped me learn to manage my symptoms better. I think I've reached a new level of listening to my body and taking cues from it. I am getting better at putting my body first and when it needs rest I rest. When it seems a soak in the bath will help I get in the bath. I may have finally realised how to live successfully along side it rather then seeing it as his absurd 'thing' that just hurts me all the time!
So symptoms update;
Still being sick if and when I attempt solid food.
Pain in my oesophagus when I swallow, sometimes this even applies to water (ow)
Back ache, oh the back ache!
Thumb on my right hand is really swollen at the minute, I must continue to persevere with the turmeric tea!
The middle finger on my right hand seems to have improved somewhat ,in terms of movement.
Hips, well, they are my hips, how do I describe my hips? Clicking, popping, dislocating and very sore. I've discovered a very hot wheat bag in the groan is helping with the hip pain. Possibly because it's burning hot on the skin so takes my mind off it but hey... it's a break!
I am juicing loads which is having an amazingly positive effect on my fatigue! I am also drinking turmeric tea a few times a day and I must say I do think it's beginning to have an effect on my 'bone' pain. The constant ache in my joints does seem to be more manageable. It's less invasive on my mind.
To look after my voice (which is a muscle after all) I am singing everyday and drinking buckets of lemon and ginger.
In terms of what I put into my body I think I must be the healthiest person I know. I cannot imagine how much worse my symptoms would be if I was inactive in the 'fight' against the syndrome. I don't like the word fight, some day it feels like a fight but I don't want it to be a fight. I want it to be a courtship. Where we politely acknowledge each other but don't dictate each others fate!
Off to London for hospital appointments this week, I normally find it so stressful but instead of going there and back in a day we've decided to go up the day before stay over night and then we don't have to get up at lord knows what time of the morning!
I'm not sure we will learn anything new from these appointments but we'll see!
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Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Nailed it
Today was a really good day. I woke up at 4.30am (not a flying start to the day) took some pain killers and knew pretty much straight away that there was absolutely no way I was going to get back to sleep before my alarm went off at 6am but instead of getting irritated I snuggled deep under the duvet and watched some of my favourite content creators on YouTube.
There are so many inspiring people on there, if you can sift through all the pointless videos and get to the proper channels it's really being used as a platform for change now and I love that. My absolute favourites at the moment are EcoVeganGal, (www.ecovegangal.com) Jason Wrobel (www.jasonwrobel.com) and The Vegan Zombie (www.theveganzombie.com) There are all of these videos of people trying to have a positive impact on our planet and their immediate world and it's really inspiring. It's actually making me think maybe I could turn my journey of health into a vlog as well as a blog. Just to put it out there for anyone else living with this condition. It would mean I could keep it going when my hands are too painful to type which would be fantastic.
I've been thinking about vlogging for a while but the idea of talking on camera fills me with dread! I do however have a real desire to share my journey living with chronic illness. I want people who are where I was 18 months ago to be able to read or watch and maybe feel less hopeless? I've also found it really difficult myself to read about other peoples experiences and how it effects them day to day because people either tend to write when it's going really well or when it's all falling apart and there is A LOT of in between that isn't captured.
I have been made aware that I associate my self worth with what I can do physically and I am working really hard to change that. I think because I feel slightly abandoned sometimes which only began when I was unable to physically give to other people it's had a real affect on my confidence, perhaps more then I have been willing to identity.
It isn't about being all happy clappy and look at what I'm achieving despite my body working against me so much but I suppose 'This is what it's like'. It's really difficult to be honest with people around you (and yourself) when you're ill ALL the time because you can end up sounding like a broken record and some people believe it can't possibly be as bad as all that! I think when you live with a genetic disease it goes against this need in our society for people to 'get well', by having a chronic illness you are going against peoples desire to see you return to full health and that can feel really judgemental sometimes. Like, really, do you think if there was anything I could do to make this situation better I wouldn't be doing it?
All that being said though it really makes you strive to find things to be passionate about and I think if you can learn to channel that passion into something positive then you can begin to heal the hurts of not really knowing what you have to offer people anymore. I know for me personally is perhaps one of the biggest emotional injuries of this time in my life.
I am also right at the very beginning of my journey and although I've been on crutches and my hips have been painful for 20 months now (and I have had painful health complaints for the past 10 years) I literally just got diagnosed so I feel like now seems to be like the perfect time to start cataloguing this in a variety of places. I know I have many life lessons to learn and I think I like the idea of being able to look back on those in years to come when hopefully I am doing a much better job of managing this.
It is making yourself really vulnerable though and I don't know anyone who would do that without any thought going into it, I just, I suppose I'm feeling drawn to creating a really honest project that might promote understanding and acceptance for other people living with chronic illness and disability... we'll see.
There are so many inspiring people on there, if you can sift through all the pointless videos and get to the proper channels it's really being used as a platform for change now and I love that. My absolute favourites at the moment are EcoVeganGal, (www.ecovegangal.com) Jason Wrobel (www.jasonwrobel.com) and The Vegan Zombie (www.theveganzombie.com) There are all of these videos of people trying to have a positive impact on our planet and their immediate world and it's really inspiring. It's actually making me think maybe I could turn my journey of health into a vlog as well as a blog. Just to put it out there for anyone else living with this condition. It would mean I could keep it going when my hands are too painful to type which would be fantastic.
I've been thinking about vlogging for a while but the idea of talking on camera fills me with dread! I do however have a real desire to share my journey living with chronic illness. I want people who are where I was 18 months ago to be able to read or watch and maybe feel less hopeless? I've also found it really difficult myself to read about other peoples experiences and how it effects them day to day because people either tend to write when it's going really well or when it's all falling apart and there is A LOT of in between that isn't captured.
I have been made aware that I associate my self worth with what I can do physically and I am working really hard to change that. I think because I feel slightly abandoned sometimes which only began when I was unable to physically give to other people it's had a real affect on my confidence, perhaps more then I have been willing to identity.
It isn't about being all happy clappy and look at what I'm achieving despite my body working against me so much but I suppose 'This is what it's like'. It's really difficult to be honest with people around you (and yourself) when you're ill ALL the time because you can end up sounding like a broken record and some people believe it can't possibly be as bad as all that! I think when you live with a genetic disease it goes against this need in our society for people to 'get well', by having a chronic illness you are going against peoples desire to see you return to full health and that can feel really judgemental sometimes. Like, really, do you think if there was anything I could do to make this situation better I wouldn't be doing it?
All that being said though it really makes you strive to find things to be passionate about and I think if you can learn to channel that passion into something positive then you can begin to heal the hurts of not really knowing what you have to offer people anymore. I know for me personally is perhaps one of the biggest emotional injuries of this time in my life.
I am also right at the very beginning of my journey and although I've been on crutches and my hips have been painful for 20 months now (and I have had painful health complaints for the past 10 years) I literally just got diagnosed so I feel like now seems to be like the perfect time to start cataloguing this in a variety of places. I know I have many life lessons to learn and I think I like the idea of being able to look back on those in years to come when hopefully I am doing a much better job of managing this.
It is making yourself really vulnerable though and I don't know anyone who would do that without any thought going into it, I just, I suppose I'm feeling drawn to creating a really honest project that might promote understanding and acceptance for other people living with chronic illness and disability... we'll see.
Monday, 18 November 2013
When your body says no
This is something I am really having to learn to live with. I thought I was very good at listening to my body and taking signs and signals from it but of course that was before my body stopped doing what I wanted it to do! It's easy to think you're working well with something, well as long as you're getting your own way! How you deal with it when it stops going your way, well, that is the measure of a person!
So, uncomfortable truth time. My mind and my body are SO disconnected now I actually refer to my own body as if it belongs to someone else. 'It' rather then 'I', 'my body feels' rather then 'I feel'. I am the stubborn child sitting on the floor with my fingers in my ears singing 'LA LA LA I'M NOT LISTNING' I have no relationship with my body and I am having to try really bloody hard to rebuild the scattered fragments that were once 'oneness'. Are you still with me?
I never considered that one could feel detached from ones own body until this all started but alas you'll have to trust me on this one. You know, a lot of hypermobility syndrome patients actually refer to their own bodies as the enemy!
If you asked me to describe my body to you I would say "It's unreliable, it hurts me all the time, it never does what I need it to do and quite frankly I don't trust it anymore" Lets face it, if I was telling you about my new boyfriend you'd tell me to leave him pretty quick!
Can we just get this one thing really clear. This is NOT a self esteem thing, this is not "I feel fat and ugly and I hate my body, look at my minging stress marks" This is "My body works against me and I don't want to be it's friend anymore!"
Example time, lets talk Subluxations. Oooo it's a saucy word isn't it? "Subluxations" Go on, say it out loud a few times, it's a good word to get the mouth round.
Do you know what it is? It is a partial or incomplete dislocation (sexy!!) and let me tell you, they aren't comfortable!
My husband and I had a giggle the other night because I got out of bed put my feet on the floor and four of my toes 'went', I stood up and my ankle went, I walked to the bathroom and my knee went, I sat down my other ankle went and then in a grand finale my hip popped. I was literally making music with my body. It was 8 subluxations in about 3 minutes which is quite something even for me. Each one needs tempting back into socket but it is a great example of exactly how unstable my body is.
Why... why would I trust such a thing!
If I wake in the night or in the morning before I get up I do a bit of a mental check list to feel where my joints are (they are always where they are meant to be!) sometimes it's a case of a click here and a click there, a click this and click that and I'm ready to get up. Now, I've done this for probably, well, since I had my daughter, it was just normal and I have been popping my hips and thumbs all my life. I've never even considered that this isn't the 'norm' until I saw it in a video created by another HMS sufferer.
I had my nephew on my lap the other day doing the auntie gig and out of nowhere my rib popped out, I'm not entirely sure (being blinded by pain) how I secured him ('him' being my GORGEOUS nephew) on to the lap of the woman sitting next to me but I did and somewhat frantically tried to relocate myself whilst trying not to A: Make a scene B: Make anyone who was aware of what was going on reacquaint with their breakfast and C: Puncture a lung.
I have no control over these little (Little she says!) subluxations and it doesn't really make me feel like my body is to be trusted. Although the pain is insane I know what I have to do is remain calm and relocate it but it can be really hard when you're in a shop and drop something, bend down to pick it up and semi dislocate your hip (for one thing it makes quite the clunk) "And breathe through the pain, wiggle the joint back into socket and try to calm down the members of public around you who have twigged what is going on" Awww, it's a laugh a minute!
So that begins to explain why I don't trust my body but what other factors are there in this disconnection?
Well, I can have the most wonderful plans (like going to a civil ceremony of two wonderful friends that I have been looking forward to for months) and my body will just not calm down. Things that don't normally swell, swell, the pain just buries itself deeper and deeper into my joints and muscle fatigue makes me feel like I've put on 20 stone in my sleep. My body doesn't care what my plans are if it's going to have a flare up there is nothing I can do but surrender to the 'comfort' of my bed and sit. Oh also, as wonderful as a day or week in bed sounds to you this is absolutely not the same thing. I know every busy mum out there would do just about anything for a day in bed but please believe me I want your health and ability more then you want a day in bed.
Today I have had to spend nearly all day sat on my bed excluding: washing my daughters hair, preparing lunch, putting some washing away and preparing tea. All the activity was almost at breathe taking pain levels but oh my LORD I want to be able to 'do' and 'be' and just have a normal day! (Not that I can claim I have ever been acquainted with normality but that's a whole other story!)
It dawned on me on Friday that I don't remember what it is like to walk without crutches. Sure, I can do a few paces but I mean to like, walk into town or 'go for a walk'. If I close my eyes I can see myself doing it but I can't really remember what it feels like.
It's really hard not to resent something that takes away so many nice things from you. Even if that 'thing' is your body!
Anyway I am trying to heal the rift between body and mind but there is no cure for hypermobility syndrome so this is going to be a relationship I am in for the rest of my life. Like it or not!
I honour my body with what I eat and drink and am actually very particular about nourishing myself but this is more then that. This is what my body gives back to me.
So I guess, in conclusion sometimes my body just says no and I have to learn to say 'Ok... you win'
So, uncomfortable truth time. My mind and my body are SO disconnected now I actually refer to my own body as if it belongs to someone else. 'It' rather then 'I', 'my body feels' rather then 'I feel'. I am the stubborn child sitting on the floor with my fingers in my ears singing 'LA LA LA I'M NOT LISTNING' I have no relationship with my body and I am having to try really bloody hard to rebuild the scattered fragments that were once 'oneness'. Are you still with me?
I never considered that one could feel detached from ones own body until this all started but alas you'll have to trust me on this one. You know, a lot of hypermobility syndrome patients actually refer to their own bodies as the enemy!
If you asked me to describe my body to you I would say "It's unreliable, it hurts me all the time, it never does what I need it to do and quite frankly I don't trust it anymore" Lets face it, if I was telling you about my new boyfriend you'd tell me to leave him pretty quick!
Can we just get this one thing really clear. This is NOT a self esteem thing, this is not "I feel fat and ugly and I hate my body, look at my minging stress marks" This is "My body works against me and I don't want to be it's friend anymore!"
Example time, lets talk Subluxations. Oooo it's a saucy word isn't it? "Subluxations" Go on, say it out loud a few times, it's a good word to get the mouth round.
Do you know what it is? It is a partial or incomplete dislocation (sexy!!) and let me tell you, they aren't comfortable!
My husband and I had a giggle the other night because I got out of bed put my feet on the floor and four of my toes 'went', I stood up and my ankle went, I walked to the bathroom and my knee went, I sat down my other ankle went and then in a grand finale my hip popped. I was literally making music with my body. It was 8 subluxations in about 3 minutes which is quite something even for me. Each one needs tempting back into socket but it is a great example of exactly how unstable my body is.
Why... why would I trust such a thing!
If I wake in the night or in the morning before I get up I do a bit of a mental check list to feel where my joints are (they are always where they are meant to be!) sometimes it's a case of a click here and a click there, a click this and click that and I'm ready to get up. Now, I've done this for probably, well, since I had my daughter, it was just normal and I have been popping my hips and thumbs all my life. I've never even considered that this isn't the 'norm' until I saw it in a video created by another HMS sufferer.
I had my nephew on my lap the other day doing the auntie gig and out of nowhere my rib popped out, I'm not entirely sure (being blinded by pain) how I secured him ('him' being my GORGEOUS nephew) on to the lap of the woman sitting next to me but I did and somewhat frantically tried to relocate myself whilst trying not to A: Make a scene B: Make anyone who was aware of what was going on reacquaint with their breakfast and C: Puncture a lung.
I have no control over these little (Little she says!) subluxations and it doesn't really make me feel like my body is to be trusted. Although the pain is insane I know what I have to do is remain calm and relocate it but it can be really hard when you're in a shop and drop something, bend down to pick it up and semi dislocate your hip (for one thing it makes quite the clunk) "And breathe through the pain, wiggle the joint back into socket and try to calm down the members of public around you who have twigged what is going on" Awww, it's a laugh a minute!
So that begins to explain why I don't trust my body but what other factors are there in this disconnection?
Well, I can have the most wonderful plans (like going to a civil ceremony of two wonderful friends that I have been looking forward to for months) and my body will just not calm down. Things that don't normally swell, swell, the pain just buries itself deeper and deeper into my joints and muscle fatigue makes me feel like I've put on 20 stone in my sleep. My body doesn't care what my plans are if it's going to have a flare up there is nothing I can do but surrender to the 'comfort' of my bed and sit. Oh also, as wonderful as a day or week in bed sounds to you this is absolutely not the same thing. I know every busy mum out there would do just about anything for a day in bed but please believe me I want your health and ability more then you want a day in bed.
Today I have had to spend nearly all day sat on my bed excluding: washing my daughters hair, preparing lunch, putting some washing away and preparing tea. All the activity was almost at breathe taking pain levels but oh my LORD I want to be able to 'do' and 'be' and just have a normal day! (Not that I can claim I have ever been acquainted with normality but that's a whole other story!)
It dawned on me on Friday that I don't remember what it is like to walk without crutches. Sure, I can do a few paces but I mean to like, walk into town or 'go for a walk'. If I close my eyes I can see myself doing it but I can't really remember what it feels like.
It's really hard not to resent something that takes away so many nice things from you. Even if that 'thing' is your body!
Anyway I am trying to heal the rift between body and mind but there is no cure for hypermobility syndrome so this is going to be a relationship I am in for the rest of my life. Like it or not!
I honour my body with what I eat and drink and am actually very particular about nourishing myself but this is more then that. This is what my body gives back to me.
So I guess, in conclusion sometimes my body just says no and I have to learn to say 'Ok... you win'
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