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Physi-Oh… Lordy…No…

The isobars are on the floor again (1000mb tomorrow, and I’m feeling it…).

img_0896I’m wearing arthritic gloves just to type this. My hands are aching horribly (well, they’re crackling, buzzing and being mini-shocked, like their on that electic ball at the science museum, and “clawing”, but “aching” could be shorthand for it).

My legs are even weaker and buzzing and my back in on another planet of wrong – and my abdomen is in constant spasm.

So, in other words, it’s a normal day for crappy air-pressure day. Naturally.

However, what I had hoped for – when that damn physiotherapist finally turned up – was that I would be able to be taught how to help deal with it. To have massaging exercises, or movements, or just help to deal with these day.

You know what I did get? A frickin’ printout that I could (just about) manage 3 of from it. On a really good day. That were already incorporated into my usual practice on my (fun!) DVDs. They could have just saved her time (and damn salary) and just emailed it to me.

stupid-people-shut-upShe poked a couple of times at my leg, asked me to move whatever I could. Then promptly ignored everything I told her and gave me the most basic printout I think she could find, made for people who could move things. It was for stiff and weakened people, maybe older, maybe who have been a little bedridden. It was not suitable for what I had, which was something for perhapse lower-body paralysis or stroke or MS (which is everything that this emulates, and often all at once…). They clearly have nothing specific to Fibromyalgia or Hemiplegic Migraine. It seems they may not even have something for the others either, which is strange and confusing – and entirely unhelpful.

The worst thing is, if they had come when they were supposed to, six months ago, these may have actually been relevant… a little. But now, that ship really sailed. Off into the distance, beyond the horizon, and far, far away…

I’ve done more for myself – found actually appropriate exercise DVDs and a great YouTube yoga video – all of which are both helpful and fun, all from my chair, with some on the floor. I found better stretchy bands than they were going to give me. I have hand weights. I wanted help going further, going forward, with better things, more intensive things. But… no. Just stuff I’d already covered, if I could do it. God only knows what help people with even more debilitating conditions or paralysis get from these people, they just don’t seem to have a bloody clue.

I don’t know whether it’s severely OCD “Heath & Safety” rules that I don’t know about, or whether they’re just idiots, but they’re really not helpful. Just next time, don’t bother me and email the damn printouts instead…

About the only thing I got that was useful was that she confirmed that it was not safe for me to even attempt to walk (and oh, I am so not making that mistake again now…!) – which will be handy if the PIP thing gets awkward again (but I’m fairly sure there will be no lying this time, at least). Otherwise, I’m not sure what use they are to me…

Carry Me

 

 

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Aching & Breaking

The weather is getting to me again… My hands are tingling with pins and needles, mixed with tiny but very powerful and painful electric shocks. My fingertips are especially painful, as is a small space at the bottom of my right thumb joint.

Of course, that’s not all it is, but right now it’s marginally the most painful and uncomfortable to endure. Otherwise there’s various neuropathic issues, from ice-cold feet to deep electic-lightening and achy-like deep buzzing around various places like my neck and hips and shoulders. Even my eyelashes and hair feel like they’ve been plugged in to an unrestricted electrical current.

img_0896The thing is that I’m trying to watch the damn tennis, and it’s making it really difficult! I have my 42-inch screen split between 2 matches via my PC – one with Murray, the other with Nadal. And I’m playing with my iPad (or I was, before trying to write this, anyway…). Trying to do all that whilst, well… everything… hurts, is hard. So I’m annoyed…! It’s Wimbledon, for crying out loud!

This is supposed to be the summer… I’m wondering if someone forgot to email the weather here in North Wales… The temperature has gone down, the isobars are back on the floor again (about 1011mb straight down from being in the 1020s), and once again I get to be controlled by the weather – but I’m trying really hard not to be!

To make matters worse, this morning I had to get a mountain of paperwork together for a new PIP (re)assessment – I told them I was worse, so five months later they finally want to check that’s actually true… I have two plastic wallets filled to the brim (if they had brims, which they don’t) with letters, paperwork, and a personal statment that’s 14 pages long detailing everything – so they can’t say I didn’t tell them.  And I’m still wondering if I’ve got everything I need, and whether they want all the old stuff as well.

I think I’ve just put literally everything and then some in there, so hopefully everything they want is in there. But at least that’s out of my hair now. It’s on Wednesday (it’s Monday today), at 3:40pm – and I checked, the isobars are up so I’m not going to be completely dead by the time I get there.

There’s a fair chance I’ll manage at least some full sentences whilst I’m speaking with the annoying fruitloop that will be undoubtedly in charge of my fate with these people. But that will be after quite a long journey to get there… because they just love to send you places you haven’t got a hope in hell of getting to, just so they can get you out of their hair on a rubbish technicality…

Oh, and to follow this joyous occasion that will probably leave me wanting to chew my own head off, I then have to see the physio on Thursday, the next day.

Then on Saturday I long jaunt to see my lovely sister in Southport… I’ll enjoy it whilst I’m there but I’ll probably not appreciate the long journey! I hope that will at least end my week on a nicer note!

Oh the fun that awaits me this week…!

 

 

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28 June 2017

Completely exhausted… Got an hour, maybe and hour and a half of sleep. That’s actually better than some nights where I don’t sleep at all and stay awake for 48 hours straight, but nevertheless, I still feel horrible.

The isobars are minuscule. As of now BBC Weather app and AccuWeather, they sit at 1000mb, which is devastating. And I’m pretty sure it’s not just to me.

I can barely think or function on days like these. It strips of everything… frighteningly so. There is no functioning – physically or mentally – on these days, and there’s nothing for me but staring blankly into space whilst the telly talks to itself. Usually crime things now I have TVPlayer on the Amazon Fire Stick. The buzzing deep and electrifying “achy” type pain is horrible and at least 9.5. The exhaustion is about 1000. I cna’t really be upright – shuffle-walk or stand. Everything that involves being alive is horrible, actually unbearable. Almost as unbearable as t he advert infomercials I’m being overwhelmed by and attacked with right now…

There’s the hot-and-cold, the heavy flu symptoms, heavy cement in everything cell of by entire being – including hair, which feels like a dead cat is spilling on my head. I’m in a stupor. Crawling to the bathroom isn’t fun (particularly when also incontenant) and especially when you’ve got one [right] leg that just doesn’t have a clue.

I  wish there was something I can do about it, but everything thought up just doens’t go far enough to make isobars this low feel like nothing, It’s about putting up with it, at least for now. Unfortunately.

 

 

 

 


25 June 2017

 

The weather strikes again… It’s June, for crying out loud – surely I deserve a break at some point? The isobars are down to 1011mb today (thus far), and will be falling all the way down to 999mb by Wednesday. What on earth is going on here?

Summer was apparently a few days last week. That might probably be it – but even then, the high isobars were only a couple of days in total. I feel like I’ve been made out of electrified cement.

I didn’t sleep last night (Again). I’m so exhausted. My sleep patterns have been all over the place – so much so I’ve been passing out from exhaustion into (yes, literally) unresponsive unconsciousness for hours. In all honesty, right now, there’s probably a good chance this will happen again – despite trying to stay awake at least just long enough to watch the Queens Club Tennis finals. I missed the entire Quarter Finals because I somehow passed out and didn’t wake up until around 7pm… I’m not missing the end game!

It’s annoying having all this energy to waste that I can’t do anything with anyway, then the Isobars drop so much that you can’t even move at all hardly, making things even worse. I’m going stir crazy, all pent up, climbing the walls, being unable to move let alone expel energy, and now just staying conscious is becoming an issue. I’m actually buzzing inside, and I’m getting ready to start chewing the furniture at this rate.

Because of this, I also find it pretty much impossible now to do anything that involves relaxing and lying back or down. Not just sleep, but reading, writing, even playing games, gets to be impossible, because you just want to go outside and run about – or in my case, wheel really fast around everywhere. That’s if the Isobars agree, that is…It’s so hard to move when you feel made out of cement. I also don’t have an appetite anymore because I’m not burning much of anything off. Imprisonment is not fun.

I have no idea when the chair is coming, but quite frankly it cannot come soon enough. I’m literally being rendered unable to do much of anything because of all of this, and watching TV doesn’t count. At all. I need burn off all this excess energy before I chew through all the furniture and move onto carpets and shoes.

 


Never Rains But It Storms…

On 14th February 2017 I received a text message to state that a PIP update form I sent them two weeks before had been received. Today, on an already-terrible Summer Solstice day, I received a letter package from them – over four months later – to go and see them next month.

I’m scared about this. I’m barely managing as it is, and this is terrifying. You hear on the news of these so-called Health “Professionals” being downright terrible and respectful, even abusive, about their “clients”. About them meeting targets by writing off the sick and the vulnerable. About how they force you to go to tribunals to get what you deserve. What little that is, anyway. It’s not like PIP is a liveable amount, not when even simple things you need are so expensive (clearly no one at PIP has ever been to Ableworld or had to personally finance things the NHS either refuse or never get around to). They’ve even written off a friend, taking everything away, despite her having all the evidence and more required to prove how ill she is.

It’s a terrifying prospect having to meet them again. The last time was several years ago, when I lived in London, about a year after I  became ill. It was one of the most stressful times, and my best friend was my amazing rock and I will be forever grateful to her for all her help around it. We travelled to some place I’d never heard of quite far out of London, and had to pay (a horrific amount, about £90) for a cab both there and back. I had to go in my first god-awful wheelchair, which was so uncomfortable, and we were forced to wait for hours to be seen.

I was so ill when I went in to see the person – some guy who was an uninterested and arrogant sod, who also took no interest in the fact I was there in a wheelchair and clearly traumatised. I shouldn’t have gone in there alone, but I did… and it was only to my detriment. He basically lied about a bunch of crap, played everything down, and then the outcome was I barely scraped enough to cover basic Standard Daily Living. I saw red, got help to make an appeal, and my friend and I eventually went to a tribunal. They awarded me Standard Mobility as well, without question. It’s was so horrifically stressful to go there, but at least this time I saw three older, highly intelligent women who had reached the top of their professions. To them, it seemed it was a no-brainer.

So… I’m not looking forward to seeing some other inebriate again.

Arguably, I can at least say that it seems like they read my dossier that I sent with my update form. I rather expected they wouldn’t. It was rather the tome… But in the 4 months hence, things have become even worse, to the point – as we all know – where I’m imprisoned in my own home until I (eventually) received the special chair that was ordered. You know, the one that’s not going to try and kill me. I even had to push back their original date (3rd July) for another, where – hopefully – said chair will have finally arrived (with the new date being on 12th July). So… in three weeks’ time then, give or take. That better be long enough, because if I have to go in the other one, I’ll probably just die and it won’t matter what the hell they think then.

Once again the paperwork has to be dragged out (another tome of reading!) for them to photocopy (Lols… their time and dime, and karmic punishment, quite frankly, for not realising it’s the 21st Century and everything’s digital) and hopefully read at least some of. I’ll throw in pretty much everything for good measure – I always do, you never know what rubbish they’re going to be looking at whenever these things turn up. At least then they can’t complain. Or say you didn’t tell them, finding a nice, tidy loophole to wriggle right out of. It’s bad enough that my chronic conditions are weird and no one understands them. Hopefully, these whackadoodles will, and will see that I unfortunately cannot manage their general expectations of someone who qualifies for “Standard” anything on this.

I honestly don’t care about the money. Yes, given how ridiculous prices are compared what you don’t have to spare, money can be rather handy. However, I prefer the recognition. Where they stand there, nod, and acknowledge I go through this, that I must live and struggle in this way possibly forever. That’s what I really want.

It’s wasn’t as if today wasn’t bad enough, before all this, having not slept all night due to paraesthesia and hyperactivity due to my confinement (again… Haven’t slept properly in probably a week) and suffering “Isobar Flue”, thanks to them dropping down to 1011mb and bringing huge storms along with them to suffer with. The storms are on their way as I write. I hope they’re not bad enough to be named… I certainly do not require such turbulence now… nor am I now in any position to cope with it.

I’m so upset now, I’ve got through at least 5 gluten-dairy-free chocolate chip cookies. At least there’s no ice cream…