The Month That Was

Since I didn’t manage to post any weekly updates in February, I’m going to do a monthly review—even though we’re in March now. 

Hello March! It’s great to see you.

-  February was a rough ride. I’m still trying to recover from the intestinal infection that started months ago, and I had to spend much of the last few weeks unable to leave my bed or couch. But I feel like I’m finally turning the corner. I had to cancel my brain MRI at Stanford (this is the third time I’ve had to cancel it), which doesn’t help my terrible record so far of showing up to appointments in 2016. 

Struggling to show up has made the emotional frustration of illness unmanageable. I put off writing this post until I could get my frustration under control. I can manage being bedridden and very ill for weeks on end but when I can’t show up to appointments, manage my care, or accomplish any of the basic things I need to do every day, then the frustration becomes unwieldy. 

The last few days have been better though. We’re having an unseasonably warm patch here in California. It’s hard to feel down when the sun is shining like it is.

- I’ve been very active my whole life and even though my body continues to become more limited, I’m still militant about exercising—to the point that I’m constantly overdoing it. I’m still learning that I can’t do the exercise I want to do. I have to do what works for my body and adapt to its abilities. The last few weeks, as soon as I start to feel a little better I try to get back on my stationary bike and then end up bedridden again. Exercise is essential for managing Dysautonomia and fending off de-conditioning, but since Myasthenia has taken over my body as well, I’m very limited in what I can do. If I push my body even slightly past its limits, the weakness turns into paralysis and my breathing completely shuts down. It’s really not cute.

So I’ve been starting to scale back and adapt my exercise routine. I’ve been doing a mix of simple yoga, pilates, and some of my physical therapy exercises in the morning, and I am seeing results! Usually, on the days I exercise I’m tapped out for the rest of the day but doing these simpler exercises doesn’t completely wipe me out for the day. I’m able to accomplish more.

A few years ago, I started to suddenly have balance issues and the problem, like many of my other symptoms, has only worsened since then. I do the exercises my physical therapist gave me to treat the balance problems but they’ve never helped much. They would only make a dent and wouldn’t have much lasting effect. It’s hard to tell but it seems like doing yoga poses every day actually has. I do the poses between a table and a wall so that I can catch myself when I inevitably fall. I used to do yoga regularly but this is a simpler version of what I used to be able to do. The poses I do that target balance are warrior pose, tree pose, balancing stick, and triangle. I often meditate after I do my exercise. Exercising is working best for me in the mornings right now so I'm rolling with it.

Yoga is definitely not for everyone so if you are considering it I’d recommend talking to your doctors or other medical professionals first to see if it could help you.

Doing Tree Pose like a boss. Like a wobbly boss

-  My improved balance has helped my mobility too. I have had to use mobility aids for a few years because of weakness from Myasthenia, balance problems, and orthostatic intolerance from POTS. Basically, whenever I am upright and moving my body is screaming “WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME”. Yet, I still push myself to move. I try to get out and walk every day with my trekking poles, which my physical therapist suggested. They let me use mostly my upper body when I walk since my weakness is mostly concentrated in my legs and they give me added stability.

Last week I actually made it farther than I have in many months. I made it all the way to the corner of our street (about half a block). I was starting think I’d never make it that far again but I did! Husband took a picture for me to commemorate the moment. I’ve been walking to this point almost every day since! I'm thrilled.

-Monday was Rare Disease Day, which started initially in Europe but now has become a global event. The definition of a “rare disease” sometimes varies between countries. In the US, it is defined as a disease that affects fewer than 200,000 people. Myasthenia Gravis is considered a rare disease but POTS is considered a “rarely diagnosed” disease. Statistically, 1 in 100 teens are affected by Dysautonomia, but it is much less common to have initial symptoms later in life (which is what happened for me). Since Dysautonomia is an umbrella term, there are rare forms of it that qualify as a “rare disease” such as Pure Autonomic Failure or Familial Dysautonomia. Ehlers-Dalos Syndrome, a rare connective tissue disorder often associated with Dysautonomia, is a rare disease.

Rare Disease Day is a great opportunity to raise awareness about rare diseases since research and treatment options are so limited for these diseases and patients typically must endure many years of testing and even misdiagnosis to finally get a true diagnosis.

I had hoped to bring you information about the event sooner but I’ll have to aim for next year. We still have Myasthenia Gravis Awareness month in June, Invisible Illness Week likely in September, and Dysautonomia Awareness Month in October, but every day is an opportunity to raise awareness!

MyAware Ireland shared this video on Monday with a brief explanation of Myasthenia:

- A few posts ago, I outlined some of my goals for the year and I mentioned that I wanted to work on a few projects with husband, including my mom’s antique armoire she gave me many years ago that’s been sitting unfinished in our garage. A few weeks ago, I went out into the garage and husband had moved it into the middle and he said “let’s make it happen.” 

I can’t remember when my mom bought the armoire but I know I was a teenager or younger. She decided to refinish it and sanded it, but never finished it and decided to get rid of it. Before we moved to Nevada, I told her to keep it for me so I could have it someday. It’s sadly been sitting in a garage unfinished for over a decade but we finally finished it! Husband did about 85-90% of the work, but now it’s sitting in our room and I’m over the moon that it’s finally back to its full glory. I wish my mom could see how beautiful it turned out.

- I was supposed to spend Monday this week lying in the VERY LOUD TUBE for an hour and a half doing my brain MRI, but instead I was home working on recovering from February's douche-baggery. Instead, we played games with our friends. Game time is serious business for me, husband, and our friends. We try to play once a week and have been for years. Now, they move the table to the couch so I can play from there. It’s hard to feel down about life with good friends like this

All my favorite beards

I hope all of you out there are doing well! 

Buck Up Buttercup

I think I am turning that corner finally. It’s nice to be a little part of the daylight experience again. Those weeks I was bedridden, my husband was my lifeline to rest of the world. I started wondering if there were still other humans out there. Did a zombie apocalypse happen? Did the machines finally become sentient and take over? I wouldn’t know. I was in bed listening to Enya, focusing all my energy on breathing and surviving.

It’s been a slow climb back. Deconditioning is the enemy with POTS but MG is often the buzzkill for exercise for me. My limbs have minimal movement right now because of the weakness/paralysis, but I am working hard to convince my body it wants to move again. I've been trying to get back to walking and my stationary bike. Slow and steady. I'm moving at a turtle's pace while the rest of the world rushes around me at a hare's pace. Slow and steady.

Willing my legs to move so I can walk with my trekking poles

The last few weeks were some of the worst in some time, but I’m trying to remain undaunted and keep moving forward. The thing with bad patches is they start to feel like they will never end, like sinking into quicksand and every time you move or make effort to climb out you just sink further and further. That's a lesson I hope to learn finally: sometimes you have to just let your body sink and then eventually, with patience and diligence, you make the slow climb out. I'm almost there.

This week has been a significant improvement. I’m taking joy in little things and accomplishments:

One of my friends had a yard sale and gave away many of her vintage clothes. I love all things vintage, and I woke the morning of the yard sale knowing there was no way I could leave my bed/couch still and venture out. The thought of all those clothes sitting there made me so sad. But one of my besties, Carrie Anne, my thrifting soulmate and sister in brokenness, gathered up what she thought I might like and brought them over. My world was complete.

A pile of free vintage clothes. Who could ask for anything better?

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Something really really great happened. One of my goals has been to get some of my writing in online publications. I sent out an adapted version of one of my blog posts about learning to live honestly and authentically with illness to a few places. I wrote this post about a year ago when I had to stop working and I had realized I had been living a lie for years and the gig was up. The Mighty picked it up and posted it a few days ago. You can see it here. I'm hoping to start sending more work out there. I recommend all the articles at The Mighty. They post stories from the ill, the disabled, and their allies. It's a great platform for voices that are so often invisible. 

After this article was posted and I started sharing it in some of the groups I'm in on Facebook, I had an unbelievable response and a few people started contacting me. I’ve met some new, fantastic people in the last few days because of this article.

This is my favorite unintended consequence of “coming out” with my illnesses and starting this blog: meeting kindred spirits and so many inspiring people. I had no idea that would happen. I’ve made quite a few friends along the way, those who are “kind of broken” and those who aren’t. That has been an incredible gift. 

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I hadn’t left the house for two weeks, perhaps the longest of any rough patch I’ve ever had, but husband took me to the used bookstore around the corner today and I wheeled around a bit. I got a new book to feed my nerd interests. He bought a book about engraving. It was nice to see other humans and to see that the zombie apocalypse had, in fact, not happened yet.

85% of the things I own are books and vinyl records. What's one more?

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So there are fewer weeds right now. It’s hard to remember during a really rough patch that things do eventually turn around. It feels like it will never end. But it usually does.

Buck up buttercup. Everything will be ok. 

Routines and Goals: Resting Counts!

Being ill and unable to work means you spend your days lounging on the couch, watching intellectually-stimulating daytime tv, eating bonbons—enjoying a permanent vacation. Actually, it’s nothing like that.

Being able to sit on your couch indefinitely may seem like a dream lifestyle, but trust me, it gets old very quickly. I have acquired new skills like being able to recite dialogue verbatim from my favorite shows and memorizing data from every documentary about prehistory Britain. These are marketable skills, right?

Becoming home-bound was always one of my greatest fears, but last year I could see it coming closer and closer on the horizon. I always read stories of Spoonies who were home-bound and I thought “No way. No how. Not me. Never ever.” Alas, here we are. I often wondered how they managed it and what they did. I’m a workaholic and an over-achiever, and going from spending all of my energy working and thinking about “what’s next” to being home-bound has been a shock, though I am slowly getting accustomed to it. 

I am trying to adapt my habits, goals, and interests to this lifestyle. If I do not adapt them, I lose my sense of self and the sense that I am accomplishing anything. One of the biggest hurdles with adapting to being physically limited is adjusting your definition of success and productivity. You can keep your expectations too high and then live in constant frustration that you can't reach that bar (note: almost every post on this blog). Once you can learn to live a life within your physical means, then you can finally feel like you're making progress and contributing to the world again. There’s a learning curve with this and I’m still making the climb to the apex.

Making a routine and some goals is an effort to redefine my boundaries. When I was in school and working, I set goals in my planner every week. Now I’m setting goals to achieve what most people can do in their sleep, Sometimes molehills really are mountains, and that's ok. The key to making a routine and setting goals for the chronically ill is to make them specific enough to be achievable though nebulous enough to adjust to the chaos and interruption of illness. This is no small feat. I tried to create a routine based on what I know that I can achieve yet leave some wiggle room for the inevitable crashes that happen throughout the day:

-Wake up 8:30 or earlier

-8:30-9:30- eat breakfast and wake up, get all medication down (half to 1 spoon)

-9:30-10:30 exercise or meditate or walk (1-4 spoons)

-10:30-11:30 get ready and do some cleaning, rest (2-3 spoons)

-11:30-1:00 complete any medical business, eat lunch, rest (1 spoon)

-1:00-3:00 creativity time- write, play music, read, draw (2 spoons)

-3:00-4:00 keep going with creativity or clean, rest (1-2  spoons)

-4:00-7:00 spend time with husband, make dinner, rest (1-3 spoons)

-7:00-9:00- exercise if haven’t already, shower (2-4 spoons)

-9:00-11:30 watch documentaries or read and rest, meditate if haven’t already (half spoon)

This is still an idealized version of my daily routine. Often, I’ll get ready and try to clean a little and my energy is maxed out so I lie on my couch for an hour or more to recover, especially if I try to do something crazy like vacuum. My problem as a recovering workaholic is that I am always pushing myself way too hard, all day long. I included rest throughout as a reminder to sit and recover from each activity (otherwise, I’ll get to spend the day bed-ridden) and so that rest still counts as being productive. As I’m lying face down on the couch, I can still be kicking productivity’s ass. Honestly, not a day goes by that I don't think by the end it "Yep. I did way too much." It's a slow climb indeed.

I try to do most of the cleaning. I figure that is my contribution since I am not working, yet I have varying levels of success with it. I do some sort of physical activity every day, even if it’s just a short walk with my trekking poles. Exercise, for me, is the only way to get a return on investment for my spoons. Someday, if my body can reclaim a higher spoon allotment, I can add more to this routine. Something crazy like drive across town or go to a store. Big dreams.

I made some short-term and long-term goals. They include things I’ve been working toward already, things I have lost over the last year that I want to reclaim, and dreams I have yet to make happen:

Weekly goals: (make specific weekly goals in planner)

-Try to get at least one blog post up

-Practice at least 2 hours a week

-Try to finish one book a week

-Drive a little farther and farther every week

-Stationary bike 4 days a week, try to walk every day, do some physical therapy exercises most days

Monthly Goals:

-4 blog posts a month minimum

-Learn a new song and at least one new scale a month

-Complete one piece of artwork a month

-Learn at least one new recipe

-Read at least 3 books a month (depending on length)

-Be able to get on my stationary bike for longer (work toward more than 10 minutes)

-Try to do at least one major cleaning or organizing project 

-Start driving with some regularity again

-Plant some flowers and maintain garden

Long-Term Goals:

-Submit some blog writing to online publications

-Continue researching and start planning book
-Take an online teaching class

-Start regularly giving friends artwork

-Work toward performing again

-Re-learn the bass cleft and more complex chords and scales

-Be able to drive to my parents’ and friend’s houses again

-Be able to go to a store solo again

-Exercise at least 5 days a week

-Try trips to nearby places (hello Yosemite!)

-Walk past the yellow house and back with my trekking poles

I tried to break down these goals into manageable increments. I need to make a more specific exercise plan so I can keep track of all the physical therapy exercises. I’m trying to reintroduce some things I have been struggling with the last few months (playing music, driving, leaving the house). I haven’t been able to travel anywhere besides for appointments in an unmentionable amount of time. That’s one of my biggest dreams. That and performing again.

Even if I am not able to stick to my routine and don’t attain all of my goals, I at least can feel like I am working toward something tangible again. I didn’t include any medical stuff in this list because I’m carving out some kind of identity outside of that insanity.

Even as many of us are living the dream of spending a good portion of our time horizontal and semi-conscious, I think it’s still valuable to hold onto our passions and goals. Illness will take much from you but it doesn’t have to take everything. I hope this is helpful to anyone out there, especially to those who are also home-bound or physically limited.

And guess what? I’ve already met some of my goals: I have hit 10 minutes a few times on my stationary bike, I’ve gotten a blog post up every week this month, and I planted my daffodil bulbs, (with husband’s help but it still counts). Bam! 

These little flower nubbins make me ridiculously happy

I hope you are reaching your goals despite your own battles :)

Keep up the good fight,

Stefani