Phew, that wasn’t as bad as expected!! But has anyone seen my knuckle??

Today was D-Day, my first appointment with my new doctor.  I can’t say that I was looking forward to it.  My brain was in total overdrive and the two nightmares I had last night definitely didn’t help.  I had written my list, an essential piece of my doctors appointment equipment for without it I am a blithering idiot, a list that unfortunately had become rather long in the time since I last saw anyone because half of what needed doing hadn’t been.  I had my other piece of essential equipment my fidget toy, today’s preferred one was my fidget cube.  So with that in hand I went, I was shaking I have to admit and although my mum was with me (she calms me down) I really was dreading it.  I think part of it was just my usual doctor nerves, my sensory overload was in overdrive, but there I was in the waiting room.  I have to admit seeing the new doctor (a female when I’ve had a male for ever!!) in my previous GP’s room was rather surreal but it did make it slightly easier, and joy of joys she was nice.  I wasn’t expecting her to be horrible, I just didn’t know what to expect and for me that is always a no-no.  The unexpected and change for me are two of the things I find hardest and along with my sensory processing problems are why I suspect that I may have an un-diagnosed autistic spectrum disorder, but at 38 and with all my other problems I have to admit that it isn’t something that I’m particularly in need of exploring.  So anyway I shan’t bore you with the details of the appointment, but I shall simply say that 30 minutes later (as I had a triple appointment) 3 referrals to new specialists, 4 prescriptions, multiple blood tests requested and half a dozen problems we are putting a proverbial pin in I’d say it was a success.  I even have an appointment for next month.  I have slightly settled since, my heart rate has gone from a resting 135 to a more normal rate (my POTS always goes mad at the doctors as it’s too hot, I’m uncomfortably sat in my wheelchair and there’s too many people the list goes on) and I’ve had two much needed a drinks!! After that a rather nice curry, and an evening of dropping off while trying to catch up on emails I have now, I think, just about recovered!!!

I said that I wouldn’t bore you with all my symptoms but a new and rather strange one is that one of my knuckles has gone A.W.O.L.  My fingers have been bad for ages, I wear both wrist splints and finger splints on both hands (see pictures) but my knuckles are both dislocating and the disappearing one is a strange one.  It’s making everything, from operating my mobility scooter to writing and typing, really really difficult. Not really sure what’s going on apart from dislocating and swelling, but as the hand therapist I’ve been seeing has now finished we’ve got to find a new one!! That is one of my appointments, when and if we can find a new specialist!! 

So all in all it wasn’t as bad as expected. Even my visit to Currys PC World wasn’t too bad, quick and all sorted out for me. Thank you #curryspcworld. So until next time, thank you for reading!!!

My A.W.O.L. knuckle (you can just about see the bump of my ring splint where my knuckle should be!!)

My ring splints. I may post a review of these soon, please let me know what you think in the comments

Wet days and mobility scooters!! 

When you have a disability you know that things are often not that easy. Almost everything had to be adapted to fit.  One thing I never even considered would be an issue though is rain covers, I mean they have rain covers for prams so why not wheelchairs right (OK so I don’t particularly want a child’s style rain cover but you know what I mean)……wrong!!  Yes if you’re rich you can buy a complete cover for a scooter, picture a greenhouse on a mobility scooter and you’re almost close. But not only would it be boiling hot (not that I can afford one to try) but also its not exactly funky is it?? A mobility scooter isn’t the height of fashion but add what looks like a greenhouse on it and I might as well register for my pension!! The next alternative is a cape, they’re either one that goes over the entire scooter, so you look like a tent with a head on wheels, or just go over you but are longer in the front to go over your knees. Now these are ok in winter as they’re thick and reinforced but in this weather they’re nothing but a sauna. You wouldn’t think that “normal” wet weather gear would be a problem but with those as you are seated the issues are worse. You can go for a Mac where the water runs straight down and you end up with a puddle on your lap, the same for any similar coats. Your legs get wet anyway because you are sat so there is no alternative, unless of course you want to go the full hog and wear waterproof trousers too!!! Again though these are hot and not very fetching!! Umbrellas are pretty much a no no unless you can hold up an umbrella and steer and keep going in some semblance of a straight line, oh and if you’re like me and have issues with your hands holding that up with even a whisp of a breeze is impossible. Don’t even get me started about hoods, as soon as you move with a hood on you blow up like a hot air balloon and it falls down (unless you can plaster it to your face, another great look). 

So basically you’re screwed. You either get a soaking wet lap and head; or you can spend a fortune to get boiling hot looking like a greenhouse on wheels or a tent on wheels!!! Can you guess which I went for?? Yep a soaking lap and a change of clothes when I returned!! Come on mobility suppliers, I cannot be the only younger disabled person who wants to keep dry and look good when I’m out can I??? 

Carers and phone calls

I’ve been having a bad few days so haven’t been up to posting. Today’s post I decided to write about my carers.

I’m lucky in a number of ways but one of those is my wonderful carers. I’ve deteriorated so much I have 2 different ones. I have my wonderful mum, who I love spending time with and who is my full time main carer, and then I have a regular carer from a care agency. I’m lucky on the whole the carers I’ve had from the agency have been really great and have become good friends. My current one takes me to appointments and helps me shower, do my hair and get dressed. I’ve had to make my peace with the fact that I need help with showering. I’ve always hated my body, I’ve got a patchwork of scars on my stomach from 3 keyhole surgeries (why they couldn’t go in through the same holes I will never know but presume there is some medical reason why not). 15 different sized keloid scars make me look like I’ve either had my body rebel against me and split apart or that I’ve been the victim of a very vicious pixie attack where their little sword has pierced my stomach in short little bursts!! It’s not pretty. Even when I had lost all my weight, (I had a gastric band and lost 6 stone) or before I’d even put my weight on, I had a sea of bright stretch marks shining on my thighs and stomach like waves rippling on an ocean, due to my EDS and my stretchy skin. I won’t go into any more detail as I have gone far into the realms of too much information already but needless to say I hate my body. Getting used to having another person helping me shower has been extremely difficult, my carers have been such that they have taken some of the embarrassment away, but I still do feel a little uneasy. However I do need them as I cannot manage on my own now. They also take a little of the work off mum who, apart from this hour in the morning and for certain hospital appointments, looks after me for the rest of the day.  I have so much appreciation for what my carers (especially my mum) do. 

However some people I rely on like my mum are tired themselves, it’s not that she doesn’t help me as she is always there for me but I wish I didn’t have to rely on her so much. She has a heart condition herself and also seriously arthritic hands.  I have been trying to get mum some help from carers support  (in the UK as am I) but they require a phone call, phone calls for me (and my mum) take all my energy, the sheer terror that a ringing phone sets off can trigger a total panic attack before I even answer it. Making a call takes every ounce of strength to remember to breathe,  follow the conversation and formulate my answer that often I can’t physically listen to the other end, I have to forget that long pauses on the phone don’t work and people often get frustrated with me. Either that or I can’t stop myself from interrupting their comments because if I don’t say my thought then and there I will forget it, again making the person on the other end of the “conversation” impatient with me. I used to write a short comment to read out before I started a phone call saying that they had to give me time to think and they had to be patient because sometimes I would have to ask them to repeat things, but even that didn’t work and I used to get them being even more impatient so I have stopped. I even have a message on my phone asking people to leave me a message so that I can expect their call and hopefully answer it and that I will block those who don’t leave a message as I will assume that they aren’t genuine (because I’ve had countless PPI, injury lawyers and other scam/nuisance callers), but again that seems to annoy some who leave stroppy messages!! It’s lose lose for me because it all adds up to my total avoidance, wherever possible, of using the phone. But when, like now, either I or someone I know needs something I spiral out of control again just wrestling with whether I am able to build myself up enough to make one simple call or not.  I just wish that getting help wasn’t so hard!!!

So what I will do about getting help I don’t know. But we’ll muddle through I’m sure, we’ve had to up to now!!!