Step into my shoes: Growing up with chronic illness

Imagine being eight, going through a phase of constantly spraining your ankles in PE, your teachers not believing your in pain when you ask to sit out half way through for the 3rd week in a row. That started it, the belief that no one believes you, everyone thinks your a fraud. There can’t be something that wrong because if there was people would believe you.

Being nine and spraining more ankles and a wrist. Being told you can’t go horse-riding because you have an injury, albeit minor. That started the feeling that you should hide the pain because you didn’t want to miss out on the fun. Horse-riding was a passion at the time and the pain wasn’t that bad. For pain that wasn’t always going to be there when you rode it was worth pushing through.

Imagine being 11, running around in the playground getting a pain in your lower right abdomen. A pain that unknown to you at the time would plague the rest of your life. You’re scared, but feel unable to open up to your parents about it. You reach 12 and it gets worse. Your dad somehow reads your texts and says your telling your friends you feel unwell for attention. You ask to sit out of PE because the pain is beyond excruciating your scared you’ll die. The teacher doesn’t believe you. You try to play basketball despite, standing out hand on your lower right abdomen, leaning against the wall whenever possible. Because that teacher didn’t believe you, you don’t go to the medical room in the next class. You think they to won’t believe you. You internalise it even more. Hide the symptoms from parents and teachers even more.

More and more goes wrong with your body. Dizziness. Going from once being fit to struggling to walk up the stairs to your English class without feeling like you’ll pass out. Your knees hurt and you stop horse-riding. Between the abdominal pain and the knee pain from having feet in the stirrups it’s just too much.

At 14 you take ibuprofen into school, taking it every three hours instead of every four. Even then the abdominal pain rarely eases up.

The teachers think you don’t try hard enough. You should be getting better grades. But how from the ages of 11-16 do you pay attention in class when you are scared for your health but feel you have no where to turn. When the nausea and abdominal pain is distracting at best and excruciating at worst. When you are depressed, self harming and develop anorexia because you feel like no one understands you. No one is there for you and no one listens to you.

Doing your best isn’t killing yourself. It’s not pushing yourself unreasonably. It’s simply doing your best.

Maybe I should have been getting straight A’s but my circumstances meant I didn’t.

At 16 you develop ME, but it comes on so subtly. You start getting worse at climbing, cycling two minutes down the road makes your legs feel heavy and weak when previously you could easily do the entire paper round. The sore throat comes on and it never leaves, you feel tired and start falling asleep at 2pm over the summer holidays or fall asleep at 8pm in the middle of watching criminal minds. You’ve been busy. It’s nothing. You start college, the nausea gets worse, you feel tired but everyone’s tired. It’s nothing. That is until the dizziness and heart palpitations start, the fatigue hitting you like a ton of bricks at the beginning of second year. (Although not as bad as I am now). The doctors don’t know what’s wrong. They record a sitting heart rate of 135bpm but say you are just underweight. Hilariously you then relapse into anorexia, fall into an exercise addiction and push through injuries. You feel the PEM (albeit mild compared to todays PEM it was significant at the time). The what is now known as ME gets better but your abdomen and all those organs decide not to be okay. You lose weight after gaining back to a healthy weight. In pain. Nauseous. Bloated The doctor says It’s just stress.

That’s just a snapshot of life with chronic illness. We really need to start believing our young people. Really making our young people aware that we are there to listen and help. Not just stick to the standard “faking it, growing pains, stress, weight” reasons for symptoms out of the ordinary. I know had I been believed and had I felt loved and able to speak about my symptoms from the outset I would be a more confident person now. I wouldn’t have spent so much time so scared, thinking about what could be wrong with me and maybe I then would have got better grades.

The month of both excitement and tears

June feels like it’s flown by. I think that’s because I just haven’t stopped and if I have stopped it’s been because I’ve been so unwell that I’ve been unable to even watch TV.

June started with me with my family and ended with me back up north due to flat stuff. Moving out is not fun. But we move (Literally in 4 weeks from the day this will be posted). I definitely miss being home. Although my chronic illnesses are a lot worse and my family just don’t get it I’m finding it’s too quiet working from home on my own. I’m bored, not because I don’t have enough to do but because I need that stimulation of people (and dogs around). But the health benefits are certainly worth it. Lots of exciting law things happened this month. I got a video interview for my dream law firm (and then got rejected but we move).

I also got an interview for a scholarship I need which is at the end of July. The pressure is on because I need it but I’m excited. I also took part in Legal Cheeks virtual vacation scheme which helped me massively in determining what I want for career and in providing me with a network.

I really hope my luck in terms of interviews continues and I get some more interviews for my outstanding applications. If I don’t that’s also fine as I’m aware many firms have paused recruitment and it’s a difficult year. There is always next year.

My stomach eased up after I moved back to my apartment as it’s meant I can eat more flexibly and in a way that works for my body. My bladder on the other hand. I’ve spent the last week on antibiotics for a UTI that may or may not be there. It’s helped reduce the spasms but it’s still causing significant problems, especially if I dare drink more than one cup of coffee a day. I am at the moment whilst I’m trying to pursue law, trying to work my full time job and trying to sort out a job for August (I’m resigning it will be official by the time this is published).

My mum and nan are putting an awful lot of pressure on me about my decision. I’m leaving because I’m simply not well enough. I need to get my health back so although I’m looking for an ideally part time role my interest in something full time is limited to something of the dream job category. It will only be 5 months come resigning until I start my LPC so I reason if nothing I’m well enough for is available I will manage living with my parents and worst comes to worst just doing general CV bolstering activities.

There’s only so long you can push yourself for and although I am getting out of this ME flare, I think, Maybe that’s the adrenaline speaking, I need to place myself in the best position to excel in my LPC and go on to have a long career in law. I also need to recondition and doing that whilst working isn’t going well right now.

Passing out when trying to sit up after a laying down workout isn’t fun!

So that was June! How was the month for you?

On Sleep and Chronic Illness

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Sleep. What an interesting and topical topic. Seeing as sleep is essential for the functioning of the immune system and many people are struggling to sleep right now because of anxiety associated with the pandemic, I figured I should write about sleep and how to help with sleep as someone with chronic illness.

I feel like us spoonies struggle with sleep in two different ways. We either sleep too much (hypersomnia) or just cannot sleep (insomnia). Personally I struggle to stick to a normal 9-5 working sleeping pattern due to pain and nausea and because my ME seems to like the hours from 9pm onwards more and hates early morning rising. Many times I’ve gone into work on 4 hours sleep or less. I can easily sleep 10+ hours a night and have naps throughout the day when I’m in a flare. So I guess I go both ways…

Sleep is essential and not having enough of it can make it that much harder to get through the day or make us hyper tired and delerious and then crash later. So if your in the camp that is struggling to get to sleep at night or struggling to get to sleep early enough because your body clock is just against that 9-5 life then here’s a few tips.

  1. Have a wind down routine Although some people can just switch off and yeah I can sometimes, most people can’t. Be it having a hot bath, doing some yoga, reading a book, watching some TV or a combination of the above a wind down routine is essential for a good nights sleep.
  2.  Try to go to bed and get up at the same time every day. If you work I’m sure you’ll relate to not sleeping great on a Sunday night because you slept in over the weekend. Going to bed and getting up at the same time can have a demonstrable impact on your sleep.
  3. Sleep tea/night tea can help. I drink the Pukka brand of night tea.
  4. Don’t stress about not being able to get to sleep. For some it helps to get up and do something and for others it doesn’t.
  5. If you can,  spend your day somewhere other than your bed, and ideally your bedroom.
  6.  If you have night meds to take that may help you sleep take them in good time. This does two things, helps you fall asleep on time and means you feel less drowsy in the morning.
  7. I listen to podcasts/audio books to go to sleep, I find this helps occupy my brain whilst I’m trying to sleep.
  8. Putting lavender oil on your pillowcase is known to help with sleep
  9.  Try to limit your caffeine intake, especially past early afternoon!
  10. Finally, if you struggle with sleep because of pain try putting pillows under in-between different body parts (For example in-between your legs)

I hope this has proven helpful, there are many other tips and tricks floating around but I wanted to keep it to 10. What helps you sleep?

 

On ME flare ups, Pain flare ups and finding peace through them.

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I’m currently more ill than I’ve been in over a year. Both with pain relating to many a condition and fatigue. I’m feeling weak, my legs just don’t feel right on the ground and all of my will is going into stopping them from giving away.

I’m too dizzy to sit up and use my brain. Asleep more than I’m awake. My eyes stinging and burning. Either feeling really dry or constantly watering. I’m getting  daily migraines and the pressure in my head is oftentimes unbearable. Easily out of breath, from just going to the kitchen and getting some cereal. My extremities going numb as well as my legs.

My body alternates between high pain days and high fatigue days.

I know I need to take it easy to get out of it. But I can’t seem to get out of it. It’s been over three weeks since I started getting symptoms of COVID-19. The virus has pretty much gone but it was the final trigger for the flare that had been going on since the end of January. The flare that despite many a sick day I was only just coming out of.

Although I could rarely walk around my flat unaided when I had the virus. Whatever virus it was, and now I can which is a definite  improvement, I’m still sicker than I have been in over a year.

I’m used to pushing myself as a way of denying it to myself. Of climbing hard to ignore the illness, of showing up at work despite collapsing upon getting out of bed.

And I’ve now been blessed with a time where it’s easy to not. To try and listen to my body and rest. And that can take a lot! Emotionally and physically. It involves feeling all the fear, and sitting with it. Feeling that ounce of health returning and sitting with it. Not suddenly going for a run because you can sit up okay.

The ability to do little enough to get better from an ME flare requires strength. More strength than just pushing through the illness does. It involves coming to terms with the fact doing your best doesn’t mean running yourself to the ground. To the point that you have severe ME for life.

It involves dealing with whatever emotions come up with all the free time you have in which you can’t really do much. Even watch TV or read. I struggle to watch new TV shows and not easy to watch movies due to difficulty following them and can’t follow a book for much more than 10 minutes at a time. It can be quite scary.

Hence why I’ve traditionally boomed and busted unless I’ve had something more important like my degree to prioritise. (Which I did mostly from bed anyway…)

It takes a lot of strength to commit, to go all in. And you really need to find peace with the current you, regardless of your productivity or aesthetics. Or your ability to stay in touch with people.

As the years with this illness go on I’m getting better at that. And this pandemic and this flare has shown me how much better at it I am. At least whilst the world is at a standstill and people aren’t rushing as far ahead of me…

It’s not easy and it involves putting yourself first. Not just yourself now. But yourself in the future.

 

 

 

Living with chronic illness in lockdown

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Many have said that lockdown gives the normal healthy population a taste of what it’s like to be chronically ill. The constant missing of something and the loss of purpose is very similar to what happens when you get a chronic illness. Especially one that causes you to lose your job, lose friends and end up largely housebound.

You could say that us chronically ill folks have been equipped to the challenges of social isolation.

However, social isolation and lockdown can bring up it’s own challenges.

Suddenly the whole world is trying to get fit and make gains by working out at home. Trying to be productive whilst in lockdown.

Doing all the things we wish we could spend our days doing but can’t.

I wish I could bake more than a super simple no mess recipe without payback. I wish I could spend an entire day reading. I can read for 10-20 minutes without having to take a break and can’t sustain that throughout the day. I wish I could delve into a new series and binge it in a day. Actually watching it, following it. Instead of dozing throughout and having it on in the background.

I wish I could spend hours perfecting tiktok dances. Instead one attempt and my chest acts up for a good hour.

Without discussing the fact that atleast in the UK able bodied people can have one exercise session outdoors a day there are so many things able bodied people can do whilst remaining at home.

I can understand the anger of some people in the chronic illness community over able bodied moaning in this regard, because seeing and knowing everything that can be done from home leaves you with the feeling that your yet again missing out.

The rhetoric that we have to learn a new skill, start a business and get fit in lockdown can make us feel like we’re not good enough.

Let alone difficulties some of us have in finding food delivery slots. I’m lucky I have a little Tesco express opposite me. But I would be unable to walk 10 minutes to the nearest supermarket then queue up outside the supermarket and then do my shopping and carry it home right now due to the flare I’m in. That trip was always exhausting without the flare and the queue.

However lockdown has also done good things for people with chronic illnesses. Suddenly we’re feeling more included and more connected to people as the world switches to embracing virtual communication and forms of socialisation.

For some of us, our quality of life has improved because this social aspect has come back into play.  I myself am feeling relived that I don’t have to overextend myself to look like a normal 22 year old. There’s less FOMO and less having to say no or saying yes and paying the price.

The switch to having to work from home and school from home is hopefully going to make lasting changes that lead to the world being more accessible for those with chronic illness and allow us to reach our full potential and I’d  like to think that people are now going to be more understanding towards people with chronic illness. Once they realise that getting to stay at home all day isn’t “lucky”. One can hope for a positive change from all this right?

How are you finding this period of social distancing?

 

The one where my body forced me to slow down

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March has been such a month that I feel like there should be an entire blog post dedicated to it. I think I’ve hinted that I was previously running myself into the ground and March was the month my body said no.

It actually didn’t start horrifically and by that I mean the first couple of days of the month weren’t too bad. I onsighted all the things within my grade range on the autos up at the time. Even a 6b on the continuous overhang. And if you know me you know that the continuous overhang is hell! The pump is real but I stayed calm, focused on body positioning and somehow it happened.

The month then very quickly deteriorated. Both in terms of my health and my ability to climb. Although I did find ways around my bodies extra limitations and was climbing the same grades where it suited and could find a unique beta to compensate! Some things were also going on at work at the end of February which were negatively impacting on my mental health. I hated being in the office and believed by team hated me. I was over it by the second week of March but I do suspect the extra stress didn’t do me any good.

The month involved a lot of pretending I was okay through extreme dizziness and pressure in the back of my head. Through muscle weakness and balance issues. Through a non-existent level of concentration and decreased cognitive function. It took a toll on my work performance (although I will still largely hitting stats…) and meant I couldn’t project and step the climbing up a notch.

It also involved a lot of openly admitting that I wasn’t okay. Sitting on the mats, feeling incredibly dizzy and clearly not looking well. Openly admitting to my line manager and her manager that my ME is flaring and I wasn’t doing particularly great. I found I didn’t have the energy to get up early enough to put make up on anymore and if I did I felt so dizzy that I had to take mornings super slowly.

My mask well and truly gone.

I came 16th in a climbing competition, both in that round and on the overall. Topping 9 problems – which is more than I managed the previous month. I think the setting just suited me a lil better but maybe that’s a sign of actual progress. Had a great time with friends, adrenalined up because my façade is important. Not for other people but for myself.

For one night I was a normal 22 year old.

I got a grade 2 hamstring strain and did some damage to the ligaments in the back of my knee. Climbed with one leg 2 days later because both got too painful. Not for my pain tolarence but because I knew I was injured although at that point had not gone to get it checked out.

March might actually be the month I saw some sense. Yes my body forced me to stop. I was well and truly done. That first sick day and a half. I couldn’t sit through that endometriosis pain for another minute. I couldn’t sit through those ME symptoms for another minute.

But I also saw some sense. At some point something clicked and I was like no.

Health first. (I say this all the time then we swiftly give up)

I got my leg checked out after it hadn’t improved in four days. Something I wouldn’t normally do which is why I still have so many lasting injuries. I’ve had a back injury since the end of November.

I peaced out of the office at 9:30 one morning because my ME was not playing and used some sense by taking the next day off.

I expressed by concerns over the you know what situation and peaced out for a further 10 days.

Ironically I then got a suspected case of you know what that night. If that doesn’t describe ME in a nutshell I don’t know what does. My body finally saw a chance to rest and it got sick.

The last nearly two weeks have been spent trying to be productive and get what I need done, mainly from laying on the couch. They have also been spent unable to walk unaided, collapsing, passing out. Unable to cook, which fortunately for me I had sufficiently meal prepped minus a chilli I had to make. (By make I mean put beans in a pan, put sweetcorn in the pan, put the jar of sauce in a pan and bobs your uncle).

I have ordered pizzas because I’ve not been able to stomach the food I have nor go to a shop to get the food. There’s been lots of naps. Lots of being unable to nap but feeling too unwell to do anything. And I mean anything.

I’ve had many symptoms I’ve not had in a while and it’s been scary.

The world has changed and horrible as it sounds it’s nice to not feel inadequate because of my ME. It’s nice to not have to deal with the “I can’t say no” when I’m invited somewhere that would likely give me payback.

It’s nice to not have to try to be a normal functioning 22 year old yet still falling short.

God has definitely carried be through the times. I’ve got through being sick before. I can do it again, as long as I put the work in. Take the supplements I have, gentle movement, slowly getting more intense as I recover from this virus (I mean slowly). The church. In terms of the physical space doesn’t exist right now for many of us, if not all of us reading this. But we can still find ways to worship and feel gods presence. I’m going to join an online service at 6pm tonight. Can these online services last pls! Faith is how I stay grounded.

This month has been a weird one. For everyone. But we’re nearly through it. The weather is currently glorious, although I’m currently in a dressing gown with my electric blanket on and my heating on… It’s sunny. And hopefully as spring and summer come in there will be more sun to come!

That’s it from me. How’s March been for you?

 

 

 

Finding the positives in lockdown

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The UK has been in lockdown since Monday evening. As I’ve been symptomatic and therefore in isolation. Today, before I realised I still had a fever and so should still isolate I went on an outing.

Only to the pharmacy two minutes from me, to get my prescriptions which I would have otherwise ran out of and to the Tesco opposite my flat to get milk and cereal. I have a food delivery tomorrow so I just needed some easy to eat stuff to tide me over as I’m not feeling 100% up to proper food.

The world has changed a lot in the last 8 days. I knew that, I’ve been watching the news but nothing could prepare me for that first step outdoors. That taste of freedom. Only a taste because fever means isolate past 7 days but bitterness aside…

I live in a city centre, a normally bustling, vibrant city centre. I live next to a pub and in close vicinity to many others. I normally hear people, music, cars. When I go into town it’s normally busy, even at 10am on a Saturday morning it’s busier than it was today.

Today it was pretty much dead. Yes I could see people, and certain people not abiding by the two meter rule but it was comparatively dead. There was tape down and barriers up in boots. No forms to sign when picking up medication.

It was like I got back from work 8 days ago to a normal functioning world. Yeah the situation was getting serious and the climbing walls had closed but the pub was open and busy as ever. The streets were also busy as ever.

And then I came out in some dystopian future. Some alternate universe.

As someone who was largely bedbound for 2 years I do sometimes forget how much of a change this is. But going out today made me realise that this virus has lead to all of us taking huge sacrifices. Huge lifestyle changes and it’s forced us to stop and slow down.

I certainly welcome that. I hope others will to. If I had to go work today because I’d already self isolated for 7 days and didn’t realise I had a fever this morning my body wouldn’t be coping. My body would just get the next virus, the next infection, the next injury. This year I’ve climbed so hard that I’ve had three relatively minor finger injuries, my hamstring and knee ligament injury which will take a couple of months to fully heal, an elbow injury, ankle injuries and many other lil niggles. I’ve pushed through work, tried to become a lawyer and since the end of January I’ve had a cold, a stomach virus, an ear infection, numerous bladder infections and now this virus, be it COVID-19 or not. My immune system isn’t as good as it was pre ME but it’s never normally that bad.

I was running my body into the ground. I haven’t worked a 5 day week all month. More like 3 day weeks maybe 4. This virus. Not just because I may have it but because of it’s effect on the country has forced me to slow down. It’s forced me to give my body what it wants. A chance to heal. A chance to function within my limits and to come back to work revitalised.  A chance to focus on rebuilding my body off of the wall, at a lower intensity and focusing on dealing with muscle imbalances so that when the walls open again I get less injuries.

It’s also given me a chance to reflect. To indulge in my off wall passions and think about what’s really important to me. And funnily enough, I’ve had more time to connect. Connect to people I’ve neglected in the past.

The situation is awful. For everyone. I know I’ve been feeling extra unwell these past eight days. The horrific cough, the breathing difficulties – not enough to need help but enough to feel like I can’t get enough air. Enough to mean I can’t sing or proof read my essay aloud like I normally would. The fever. I’ve also been extra weak and dizzy. I’ve spent the majority of these days horizontal on the couch and have intermittently had to crutch around as my legs have been so weak that I’ve needed to take that weight off them to get to the bathroom without crawling.

We’re all affected by this. Either directly or indirectly. But good will come from it and god will help us through.

This is ME

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I’m gonna use this time of self isolation to raise awareness for ME/CFS. This COVID-19 shit and especially the UK vulnerability criteria and how mine and my GP feel about it has made me realise how little people know about this illness. It’s kinda like the UK doesn’t care that we’re at risk of significant and serious relapse because we won’t die. GPs are also seeming to ignore what the ME association and Action for ME believe about the interaction between COVID-19 and ME/CFS. It’s not hard to google kids.

The sad thing is many GPs are not at all educated about this condition and there was a recent study showing some shocking statistics about what GPs believe about the illness and the people with the illness.  If even GPs believe we’re lazy, we need to exercise more and that it’s not a real illness then how are we supposed to get help and treatment? Now in my personal case it probably doesn’t help that I’m awful at advocating for myself and I never push to get what I want or tell the full story.

But telling the full story is hard. It’s hard to explain what’s wrong when in essence it sounds like everything is wrong.

My ME affects me in a myriad of ways. I get numbness, tingling and even burning in my feet and left hand. It leads to difficulty controlling my hands and my legs will oftentimes forget how to be legs.  I have seizure like shakes which hurt. It’s like a full on core workout. I can’t move throughout them and I can’t stop them. But I’m aware of them. I’m dizzy, even when laying down. I feel intense pressure in my head. Struggle to breath, get heart palpitations. Easy muscle fatiguability, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Nausea, Cognitive dysfunction and full body pain. I have a chronic sore throat and cough and often have a low grade cold. I’m sensitive to light, less so noise and smell but it does happen. My glands swell, my chest hurts. I have visual disturbances, most commonly in my left eye.

Yet I function, or atleast look like I function as the normal healthy adult. Yes I’ve had a lot of sick days lately. ME flares suck. Now I’m self isolating (by choice, sorry finances) and hilariously last night developed coronavirus symptoms. I was coughing more than usual and this morning I spiked a fever so absolutely no work until next friday! I get fevers a lot, and I don’t think it’s COVID-19 but can never be too careful in a global pandemic.

But for 6 years of ME, having never had a sick day from a job until 2 weeks ago is impressive.

What they don’t see is how much I have to push myself to do these things. How unwell I feel doing these things and the state of my flat. They don’t see how unwell I am when I wake up in the morning and the difficulties I have showering and washing/brushing my hair. The difficulties I have cooking or doing a form of exercise that isn’t climbing.

Yes I am well for someone with ME. I’m lucky right now… But it’s still significant. It’s still a significant daily battle with all of these symptoms at varying degrees. I’ve heard that most people with ME who can work full time only feel occasionally ill. I am not one of those people. I push and I fight, because there is nothing worse than feeling like a burden on the world and feeling misunderstood or feeling like your not enough.

There is progress being made in understanding this illness. It just hasn’t reached the mainstream yet and it needs to. We need proper education, proper research and as always more awareness.

 

COVID-19, Self isolation and ME

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I know we are all sick of hearing about it. There is nothing else in the news but this actually quite disastrous global pandemic. Not just disastrous health wise, but disastrous business wise and for individuals job security and financial security. We have seen mass hysteria, panic buying loo roll of all things (Plz send me some if you have some spare) and lots of vague advice. Today I want to write about the effect of the COVID-19 pandemic on me, and more specifically me and my ME.

So in the UK ME is a grey area with regards to the guidelines for at risk people to self isolate and stay away from busy offices etc. We’re not entitled to flu jabs unless we have comorbid conditions that do entitle us to such flu jabs. But the ME association believe we are included in the vulnerable population that should self isolate (https://www.meassociation.org.uk/2020/03/coronavirus-covid-19-latest-government-advice-and-what-it-means-for-people-with-me-cfs-17-march-2020/) and recognise the risk of a significant, prolonged and potentially severe relapse if we catch COVID-19 and I know Jennifer Brea has been tweeting her heart out about COVID-19, neurological symptoms and various post virus statistics for previous outbreaks. We know any virus can cause a flare up. A cold has caused one that I’m still recovering from. It’s been over a month. Now Covid-19 is more comparable to the flu than the common cold – we also don’t know how it will effect people with ME and I myself – whilst I can afford to do so (which won’t be long) am not prepared to take that risk.

It  may be a risky decision. A decision that many in my life will not approve of (My family especially). But it was not a decision taken lightly. I have a full time job, a job I’m in probation for and therefore by doing this I may lose it – which considering the likely economic climate come June when probation ends is a risk. The potential loss of income is a risk considering my mad expensive rent and the fact that I don’t know how my parents would react to me deciding to move home in august, work part time and look after my health. (Yes partly my fault because I don’t open up to them).

But my immune system is down, this morning I came down with what I’m pretty sure is an ear infection. You know that classic childhood middle ear infection. I’m 22. My body is weak and I need to acknowledge that. If the conspiracy that coronavirus went round my city in December/January isn’t true and I just escaped because I was stronger then. In terms of my immunity (and L-Lysine which I’m gonna resolve to take every day again because it definitely meant aside from some tonsillitis in November I had a persistent low grade cold instead of constantly getting sick). I’m also not back from the flare from the cold I had end of January/early February (I didn’t cough much I don’t think it was coronavirus. Started with a horrific sore throat and then materialised).  If I get a virus now it could and likely would knock me out. Not just for a week or two but for months.

Health comes first. It’s difficult, it’s scary. Not only because of financial consequences and peoples perceptions . But because being stuck in the house reminds me of when my ME forced me to stay largely in the house and horizontal. There’s trauma there. Trauma that may need to be worked through if I am to stay sane for however long I stay off work. And not only stay sane but come back to work in a mentally stronger place with higher concentration etc. The trauma is the scariest part of this. Never did I see myself willingly largely confining myself to my flat by choice because life is better experienced outside of these four walls. But I also didn’t forsee a pandemic and to protect my current health and my future health it was a decision that had to be made.

 

 

When I say I’m tired…

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This is a difficult one to write but an important one in order to raise awareness for fatigue causing chronic and mental illnesses as your average muggle just does not understand what we mean when we say that we’re tired.

Let’s just start by getting our understanding of tiredness correct. Tiredness can be relived by sleep, rest or even a coffee. Tiredness may even be relieved by a cold shower in the morning or a nice morning run (or climb).

When I say I’m tired that’s not what I mean.

I mean I’m dizzy. My brain is just not doing anything for me, and I struggle to understand the simplest of things.

I mean that I’m getting an intense pressure in the back of my head and neck and that is making me dizzy. I am struggling to stay sitting up. Let alone using my brain and working or engaging in a conversation.

I mean I have a debilitating headache or I’m just getting sensory overload for no apparent reason so please shut the fuck up.

I mean that I am in so much pain that no amount of distraction is helping. I need to either go for a climb or just lay in bed with whatever heat/ice combination and some reruns of greys anatomy.

I’m not just tired I’m exhausted. My muscles feel week and heavy. I’m struggling to coordinate myself, I can’t feel my legs. I’m having random muscle twitches and seizure like shakes.

When I say I’m tired, I mean I’m so tired that even if I lie down I feel like I’m about to fall. I can’t tolerate using a pillow. I can be completely flat and still feel like I need to be laying down more.

I don’t just mean I’m tired.

I mean my body is done and it needs a break.

What do you mean when you say your tired?