I cannot even explain how exhausted I am. Meltdown after meltdown – horrific ones – just don’t seem to ease, running into each other, causing complications that cause even more… It a nightmare that doesn’t seem to end. Pain, confusion, exhaustion, [on top of my usual] fatigue, disorientation, pure terror.
All apparently starting from a generic cold/fine virus I got… which I completely missed, because the symptoms are just like a Fibro flareup: extreme temperature changes (often caused by my pain), aches, stiffness, fatigue. But the grogginess and disorientation that came with it should have been warning flags. The unfortunate thing was I was also in the middle of a rather big flareup at the time… It’s all been a nightmare.
I “black out” during meltdowns. I have no idea what’s going on, what I’m doing, what is happening around me or to me. I also don’t remember afterwards what happened either. There’s simply no memories being put down, so I haven’t a clue. This time, after I didn’t “come round” properly from it, I though it strange… then after a while I found bumps on my head, and when someone checked my head, found the top of my head not only had a few big bumps, but it was also bleeding from some cuts on it. Then I realised what was wrong with me… and old memory and familiarity: I had concussion. Groggy, slurred speech, confusion, disorientation, sleeping constantly (I never sleep; even at night I barely sleep)…
I’d been through this when I was 16 and had a horse riding accident, banging the back of my head quite badly and knocking myself out for a few seconds. I fell off backwards, hitting my head first and hurting my neck while I was at it. My back, hips and sacrum came down next, damaging my lumbar area. The cost of that accident has been lifelong… and the memory of concussion was one of those. It was a jarring realisation, but at least I knew what was causing it.
I’m lucky my mother’s a nurse. She checked me out, was happy(ish) with what she saw – pupils reacting and even, BP normal (for me, anyway), pulse fine, general consciousness OK apart from grogginess and some confusion, memory was OK (didn’t forget what was going on, meltdown notwithstanding). If she wasn’t concerned then I was not either – although to experience the side-effects is pretty scary. But I’m experienced enough after working as a Nursing Assistant/HCA for many years to know what’s right and to trust your nurse, and she is definitely one of the best (no I’m not biased, I’ve worked with many of them over the years and just know a good one…!).
Learn The First Time…
This same thing happened before, with the due to the very same problem. I missed it again, and I wasn’t looking after myself very well. I missed another trigger-point, the warning signs, everything.
Now there’s a new(ish) “rule”: Juiced drinks or smoothies every day, especially smoothies including vegetables and extra minerals if unable to eat properly (the pain depresses or muddles my appetite quite often). Back in London, I learned to use this rule and stuck rigidly to it, and my health was pretty good. I didn’t miss a day of anything from cold/flue viruses for the longest time, and even my asthma and temperament were better regulated. This is now being reinstated – I’d rather be healthy and broke than go through this again. Ready made pure juices smoothies like Innocent, Cold Pressed, Tropicana, etc., are difficult to afford but are clearly vital.
It’s hard to learn the triggers – I’m not exactly an “old” dog, but after spending over three decades trying to ignore and deal with certain “idiosyncrasies” of myself, it‘s so very hard to realise I have to be very aware of myself, and to understand that I can no longer be complacent or dismissive of them: they’re signs and “idiosyncrasies” of the Aspie in me, and they need to be looked at and checked for general trigger points. Illness has always (unknowingly, but quite clearly in hindsight) been a big trigger point for me. Add that to already learning to deal with another illness, a severe and debilitating condition, and it’s just going to be bonfires and gasoline. Taking the viruses out of the equation is an absolute necessity. One horrible illness at a time is enough for me, thank you very much.
Learning all all these things comes at great cost. Emotional turmoil. Relationships. Exhaustion. Coherency. Injury. Concussion…
It sometimes just doesn’t seem fair that it’s possible to leave and ignore someone with such difficulties without assistance. I’ve been ignored or dismissed, or just lost in the system, my entire life – and it’s no different now. When I was a child no one had even heard of Asperger Syndrome. By the time I got the diagnosis I was too old for help – the buzzwords surround only the children these days, and adults are ignored. It’s even worse in North Wales… Everyone is ignored. Even the NAS (National Autistic Society) has virtually no resources invested here; everything is down the south coast, around Cardiff and the Brecon Beacons. They can’t even answer the phone.
Don’t even get me started about the local NHS and Betsi Cadwaladr health board… They haven’t even heard of their own backsides, and are medieval in their treatment of any psychological/neurological/mental health situation. But then, North East London Foundstion Trust was worse… so it seems a little petty to complain. At least coming to this area was a microscopic step up, though I miss my old GP immensely. He was a real gem when this all started and went to hell in a hand-basket.
This learning curve is painful. Physically and emotionally. It’s destructive. It’s mistake after mistake… A never-ending nightmare of never-ending meltdowns. Exhaustion, pain and confusion causing such extreme fear and terror they cause unimaginable meltdowns that are clearly very destructive. I am apparently can pose possible danger to myself and others, frightening me even more – so not helping there, becoming a trigger in and of itself. I am lost and I do not know what to do.
I have more coping strategies. I have more information. I have piles of beanie toys, which help me try and stay calm and comforted. But there are always new or unexpected triggers. Or everyone else is tired and not able to deal with me. They’re mean and get horrible with me, making it worse, escelating things, scaring me even more. I feel so alone, even more so when this happens. I have nowhere to turn and no one to really talk to, no one to help, no one to give guidance regarding understsnding my ASD and how to deal with it and Fibro.
The meltdowns were actually quite well controlled until I got ill [with cold/flue]. So I feel really bad it slipped past me – yet it may not have if I wasn’t already in a horrible fibro flareup already. But that probably helped cause it, destabilising my immune system and not allowing me to eat properly. I did not turn to juices/smoothies to increase my nutritional intake, and thus became ill. When I was reliant on them I had no issues – somehow the significance of this fact passed me by, not equating it to being able to help me now.
All I can do right now is hope that each costly mistake will have a return for the cost. That lessons will be learnt, better strategies or help will come from it. That there will be something to offset the hefty price. I’m currently paying for it with nightmare days, broken relationships, a broken family, multiple seriously-painful bumps on my head, multiple cuts on my head, concussion, emotional fragility, inability to cope, mild depression, suicidal thoughts, extreme pain, feeling confusion, feeling lost and alone.
And no, I still haven’t received any help. But then, I never have… so I hardly expect any now.
I keep asking, keep looking, keep hoping. But I’m starting to see it’s really nothing but a futile idealism now.
So I just have to keep paying the price… But my account is now severely getting into debt…