Monthly Archives: November 2017

A Little Bit Safe

I’m finally back upstairs now… It’s been about 3 months since I was up here.

After a horrific time at the Premier Inn at the Black Cat, I came home determined to overhaul my room to make it more safe, more “mine”. We changed the room around yesterday, so the TV is under the back window, with the bed almost right in front of it, so it’s like a safe hidey-hole. It was a massive effort, and somehow, I managed to build the TV stand (with Dad) myself – which amazed me.

I immediately felt safe – something I hadn’t felt here since I arrived. It’s pretty amazing really.

Today I saw a new doc at the new surgery… and shares my birth-name, which is a pretty rare one, even in Wales. Like me, she’s also sensible, efficient, and knows what she’s doing, and does it the right and proficient way. She even shut me up and cut me off when I was going on, without apology.

She had a few home truths to offer regarding my tummy problems and my eating disorder(s) – namely that erratic eating patterns, starvation, binging, eating at random, all contributes to IBS problems. Which is obviously very, very true… and she gave me some basic antispasmodic meds to try to see if it helps with any bowel spasms that might be causing a lot of the issues,  given that the spasm causes backlog in the bowel, pushing gasses and yukky stuff back up, and causes bloating and pain in and of itself.

Also, because I have such a bad reaction to gluten foods, she’s giving  me a test for Coeliac’s Disease,  to rule it in or out. Oh, well… it’ll hurt to eat a bunch of gluten for it, but it’ll definitely taste nice!

The main reason to really go, though, was for the CFS specialist team referral. Which she did for me. It’s amazing how easy it is to go to this surgery… I’m so sad I didn’t go there first…​

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Weather’s getting worse now – another reason I hastened changing my room, because the tent now blocks cold and draughts coming up from the hallway downstairs. I’m getting constant alerts for Weather Warnings on my phone, mainly for ice, as temperatures continue to plummet. No snow yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we had some.

It’s of course wrecking havoc in my Fibro, and (very unfortunately) my temperament. But that has been somewhat tapered with more calm from changing the room up into a safe little den, or Hobbit-hole. I’ve managed t be inspired to do this just in time before being frozen. Now I’m safe, comfortable and toasty-warm  in my room, and I’m actually happy to stay here for the first time.

To top it off today, I also got a new tablet/hybrid: The Lenovo Yoga Book (2-in-1 2017 edition) today. I’m sick to death of Apple (don’t get me started on them now!) and saw this and thought it was pretty cool and more like what I needed, but also more…  modern, techie, innovative and imaginative.

It also runs full Windows 10, has a hybrid pen that has a stylus pen for on-screen drawing and real ink nibs available to write on supplied special paper, which gets transferred into the system via the pressure plate that sits where the physical keyboard usually is. This plate also doubles as a holo-keyboard, known as the Halo Keyboard. It appears as a hepatic holographic or Augmented Reality virtual keyboard on the aforementioned pressure plate, and takes a bit of getting used to, especially as a touch-typist.

My Dad is getting my iPad, and with it being excellent condition, he’s getting a good deal! Instead of buying a new iPad for himself, he’s got me this, which was nearly half price in the Amazon Cyber Monday sale, at £299 (supposed RRP £549). Hopefully this now means everybody wins…

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Combating The Cold…

After spending perhaps about two and a half months downstairs, I really want to go back up… but it doesn’t look like it’s going to be an option just yet.
It’s a Catch-22 situation – it’s so cold down here I need to go upstairs, back to my tent and my computer, but I can’t get upstairs because the cold is searing my entire everything and turning into solid spasms of rock-hard stiffness and making me ill… and then because it’s so cold I need to go upstairs, but I can’t…. and so on, and on, and on… So, obviously I’m stuck and getting nowhere fast.
However, there may finally be a solution to this… Today, I had a brainwave and thought that if I’m that cold, then I should get something made to keep me warm – a really puffy
and special sleeping bag created for literally freezing weather.
Ayacucha Sirius 300 Sleeping BagThe Ayacucho Sirius 300 is a really warm and cozy bag, capable of keeping you warm and toasty in temperatures down to -6ºC. So that should be warm and puffy enough for down in the living room! It also means I don’t have to have the fire on, or hurt myself trying to keep it going. This bag is immediately keeping inside my bones and joins warm and happy. It’s not just superficial warmth, and goes really deep like the fire does, and just sitting on it, on the open inside, is making a huge difference. On a basic camping mat, just keeping it up off the floor, it’s really great. And amazingly really warms my bones so they don’t hurt so much anymore.
It’s pretty great –  and it might make absolutely all the difference in the world tomorrow morning when I wake up. This morning I couldn’t even move on my own and I was in agony. I’ve been in hell all day, in a hell of a lot of pain, and even in a spasm – but when the bag was put around me during the spasm it really helped stop it from escalating, which it was doing quite badly until then.
I’m not comfortable right now, to be honest… I’m having a flareup with a hot flush (although I tested my core temp with a thermometer and it shows as being just 35.8ºC, which looks so strange, given how very feverish I feel!), I am having really strong palpitations (probably quite tachycardic), I’m quite discomforted in my own self, in quite a bit of pain, agitated, pretty bad sweating (I really hate that bit the most), and my face and teeth really hurt… basically, I’m not well, and probably because I overdid it today.
I went out for the sleeping bag and stuff, and then tonight I finally went for a shower (it’s impossibly hard to have showers with this much exhaustion and fatigue), with the idea (if the sleeping bag idea works) of dying my hair tomorrow. I’ve got 4-5 inches of badgering (that’s what I call the regrowth because with the white/grey and dark brown hair I have naturally now looks like a badger), and the hope is that the sleeping bag warmth will allow me to get up and do so. I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, it would be nice to finally get this done.
It’s been a hell of a couple of months… I do hope this is the start of something at least a teeny bit better.
Ayacucha Sirius 300 Sleeping Bag
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Unchargable Me

I really hate these flare-ups… Is it just Fibro, or is it more? I’m just so exhausted I can’t think straight, or even at all, anymore. It makes me so ridiculously ill, so tired and drained, so unable to do anything, not function at all.

I am lost inside it. Numb and dead inside with nothing more to give.

Drained Fatigue. Exhaustion beyond all comprehension. Exacerbated paraesthesia or neuropathy.  “Buzzing”. “Paraesthesia pain”. Severe internal temperature fluctuations, like when one has severe fever or flu. Bad Palpitations. Severe Nausea. Blackouts. Inability to wake up. 

Emotional fear. Scattered mind and thoughts. Inability to comprehend even basic things. Even less capability to remember things. No focus at all. Unable to do just about anything. Left with vacantly watching rubbish on TV because can’t focus. High Distress. Depression. Severe Hyper-Anxiety. Terrified – of everything. Overwhelmed. Barely able to move. Unable to function. 

All I do are the basics. Less than the basics. And yet this is still what I have to live with – that and so much more. It doesn’t seem to matter that I try and do as little as possible… I still end up feeling so awful, so drained, in pain. If I try and do more than nothing, then this… thing… punishes me relentlessly, by making everything so much worse.

This makes it so completely horrible, unmanageable, un-livable. I am unable to do anything I want to, and that’s not because I’m in so much pain or can’t walk. It’s because I am so very too exhausted to do anything. There are things that can be done to control pain, Fibro… well, to a certain extent, anyway… but there seems to be nothing to combat inexplicable and extreme exhaustion that’s so bad it makes you pass out. Might not be too surprising that coffee is barely of any use whatsoever, either. So there’s nothing at all to combat it. You really do just “have to take it”. Without a single antidote to be had to help at all.

Sleep does nothing. “Rest” does nothing. How can you even “rest” when everything all around you confuses and terrifies you? When you’re so anxious, so distorted, so “zoned out”, so unable to function whatsoever… how can you really “rest”? It’s like I’ve got a broken health bar… or one from Dragon Age: Inquisition… It just doesn’t regenerate at all. And I’ve got no potions to bring it back either.

Taking me out of the game, for as long as its there. Or maybe, quite possibly, for good.