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Rainy Day Rant

I want to rant.  So badly.

I’ve written 3 or 4 times and deleted the content.

Everything I rant on seems so pointless and trivial and yet huge.  But I know it’s a passing thing and I don’t want to make it seem permanent to those who happen by this post.

I’m angry and frustrated and exhausted and ill.  I want.  I want things that aren’t practical on a good day let alone a day like this.

I feel judged and sidelined by people, experts, authorities I have never met.

I feel so very small and hidden from view. 

I want to swear so badly - a torrent of expletive toxic fury.

Maybe I’m shedding another layer of grief and hurt and loss caused by this stupid shitty illness.

Hours of Work Wasted (mini RANT)

Oh grrr!  I spent hours and hours over the last two days methodically doing some work online … upload, click, copy, paste, click, wait, click, wait, click, etc.

I know my brain doesn’t work so well since developing my illness so I made a list of all the tiny chunks of tasks I needed to do and in what order.  I took my time and I was so pleased to have a couple of days when I was capable of doing such tasks and would get something out of it at the end.

Except … once I was very near the end, checking links and so forth, I discovered the basic assumptions I had been working on were wrong.  I spent 2 days changing this whole site to work in a “better way” only to discover that way sucks.  Only 10% of it is keepable - so I have another 2 days of work to get back to where I was.

What frustrates me most isn’t the loss of the work.  Even the loss of the ‘capable time’ isn’t the worst part.  The thing I hate about it is that I wasn’t sharp enough to test the basic principle at the beginning.  To test it was what I wanted instead of my brain going “oh yer - good idea … la la la …” and forgetting to make sure the basic principle was sound.

There was a time, not so very long ago, when my mind worked in a way that meant every angle would be considered, contemplated and scrutinised before getting stuck into the actual doing of the thing. 

I know I have to get stuck into doing most of the time before I forget what I was about to do :-)

But, but, but … why isn’t my mind as keen, sharp … erm … I can’t think of a word that means “thinking in a wide and encompassing way”.  Sigh.

It’s not a real angry rant.  It’s just a humph really.  I hoped a blog might help get it off my chest - because I know why and I know it doesn’t really matter.  That I will just get up and do it all again (hopefully properly) when I am able to next.  And that trying to be clever in my current state of health and cognitive function is probably not a sensible thing to do. 

So I think it has helped and I think “Keep It Simple” is the lesson to be learnt here!

The ‘You Get Better or You Die’ Myth

Having failed to get an appointment with my ME/CFS friendly doctor I managed to get on her “ring me back” list yesterday to request a new sick note for work and a repeat amitriptyline prescription before she goes on annual leave.

Except she had a crazy day and forgot to ring me - so her super chirpy lovely colleague phoned me instead.

“Can I help instead?” she asked me and with a dread in my tummy I swallowed hard, knowing she could give me the functional things I need but perhaps not the understanding. I explained what I needed. 

“Would you like me to write on the sick note that you are gradually getting better?” she said.

“NO!  No I don’t”

“Oh.  So you don’t want me to put anything like that on the note?  It’s just some employers like to know you are getting better, getting gradually better.”

“But I’m not getting better.  I’m not better at all.  I mean my pain is better because of the medication but nothing has changed.  The fatigue …. The exhaustion … It’s still the same.”

After a little chat she remembered me - remembered seeing me back in June 2006 just before I got married.

“Oh god - you’ve had this for a long time haven’t you?”

Huh - like - yer.  Hello?  I have ME/CFS.  I am like, er, chronically ill.  I’ve accepted it - why haven’t you?

It ruffled me a little.  It reminded me of the “patient role” - you either get better or you die.

Doctors often struggle with chronically ill patients that don’t respond to treatment, don’t get better and don’t get worse.  In fact time and time again we read that the majority of CFS patients get better typically within the first year, or else within four years.  Yet there seems to be increasing evidence that sufferers achieve remission, not cure - and are often reluctant to continue or re-establish discussions with so many of our doctors who struggle in the first place with us not getting better and offer little to support the chronic sufferer.

“The first perspective views the chronically ill person as a failure. This is the patient who does not respond to the “miracle” of modern medicine, and somehow the lack of recovery is often perceived as the patient’s fault. This attitude of blame accounts for some of the worst psychological abuses of patients by health practitioners and caretakers, an attitude typified by the too-frequently heard statement, “Stop complaining. You simply must adjust.” Unfortunately, the sick person may also adopt this punishing attitude toward himself or herself. Sadly, the word “adjust” too often means “resign,” “settle for less than a desirable existence,” and “surrender.” At its worst, “adjust” is just another way of saying “You are now a nonperson without the right to experience strong passions, desires, or fierce and unyielding hope.” All the anger and blame inherent in this attitude is misdirected: the patient rather than the disease becomes the target.”

from Coping With Chronic Illness

Illness roles
People’s understanding of illness is based mostly on acute conditions. We understand a cold or a broken leg. People are either sick or healthy. The sick and healthy roles are well understood. Sick people complain, look ill, and remain inactive while they recover, which is usually within a few days or weeks. This is true for acute illnesses or pain. We also have an idea of what an invalid is. This is a person who needs to lie in bed being cared for long term. But what about the role of someone with a chronic condition that is not totally disabling? Someone who can go for walks, for example, and do some errands, but has limited capacity. This role is not so well defined in our culture.

Interestingly, there are some traditional cultures, where the person with a chronic condition (especially if they are mid life or older and female) is not expected to do anything or really function. They are put into the ‘invalid’ category and have trouble being allowed to do things that would be more functional.

People’s expectations
Based on the well-sick-invalid framework, you are allowed to be sick or limited for a while. After some months, people will be expecting you to be back to ‘normal’ - that is, a healthy, fully productive state. If you are not, but you look ok on the outside, there may be misunderstandings, rejection. Some people judge you as lazy, exaggerating, or accuse you of faking to get insurance benefits or attention. Or they expect too much of you, overestimating your current ability. Dealing with people’s misunderstanding and judgment, suspicions, and assumptions is painful. Having to justify your lack of productivity is an extra stress on top of having the actual condition.

from Coping With An Invisible Condition

I am really tired. Tired in the physical sense and so tired of defending the fact that I am still sick. There are so many things that make having CFIDS so awful…the pain, the fatigue, and, yes, the attitude. The attitude of doctors, the media, and even fellow patients has made the struggle even worse.

I got sick in 1987 and have never been able to return to work since. And unfortunately, I am worse. I have read so often how CFIDS patients are supposed to get better improve over time. I don’t mean to disappoint physicians and researchers, but I don’t think as many people fully recover as the uplifting newspaper articles and distorted statistics indicate.

I am not writing this to depress people. I feel guilty, as if I am not trying hard enough to get well. Every time I read about someone who just got better, I thing, “Why didn’t that happen to me?” Then I wait a year or so and call the so-called recovered person. And guess what? Their recovery was short-lived.

I think that somewhere in all the hope, the patients’ suffering has been forgotten. It must not be forgotten that many people are truly disabled and that many lives have been destroyed. Until the public image of the disease changes, then why should Congress allocate additional funding, and why should Social Security grant disability benefits for an illness the public believes will just go away by itself? ”

Guilty Non-Recovery

Swelling Explosion of Irritability

I used to get quite irritable when I was tired.  Now I am tired almost all of the time.

But I find the swelling and explosion of irritability is not 24/7.  In fact when it rises from my guts and crashes through my body I takes me by surprise.  I’m clench fisted, tight mouthed, spluttering, holding my breath and wondering what on earth is going on.  It doesn’t seem to have a reason - or does it?

I awoke today feeling cruddy after 4 or 5 days of feeling quite reasonable (relatively speaking).  A disturbed nights sleep, pain and discomfort with a brain muddling grogginess from my new medication (that’s for another blog when I know more from within this skin) left me waking with all of those feelings, unrefreshed and with great sadness that improvement was interupted or just transient (yet again).

Even so, I rallied myself as I had tickets for an outdoor matinee Shakespeare perfromance this afternoon (starring my brother) accompanied by my husband and mom.  And I enjoyed the show - yes I did!  Beautiful setting, great production, laughs a plenty, family pride.  Yet a background hum of exhaustion, tiredness, weariness, pain and woolly head.

Home for tea and biscuits and nattering mother.  Lovely to see her.  But I reaches a point when all I could hear in my head was “please take her home, please take her home”.  I am not mean spirited believe me, I am just exhausted.  Not so exhausted that I can’t blog though you might rightly say?  Well no - but the ever present physical apsects of this illness, of a long day, of a bad day, is so distracting, so loud, so nagging.  And an extra voice, a wanting of attention - I can’t handle it and I feel so sad at not being able to give.  And I feel so terribly guilty and ashamed that I am not able to say to people “I need you to go now / shush now / leave now” in a way that doesn’t make them feel snubbed.

So I am left alone, quiet house, only the thump of CFS in my mind and I swell with frustration and irritability and explode in tears and self pity.  Why?

I wonder now if it is over stimulation.  Stimulating things from one minute of this afternoon:

sunlight, breeze, warmth, flies, smell of straw, seeing person/person/person/person/child/person, sound of chatter (many conversations at the same time - many too close and too loud), sloping forward of my wheelchair, lights in trees, mud, pain in glands, fuzzy head, pain in arms, pain in neck, music, people moving behind me

All in the space of one minute.  It’s a lot for a person who sits at home alone a lot and doesn’t even play music because it’s a capture of all attention.

I know I am going on and not making alot of sense and usually I would do this in private, in my journal.  And be assured this will pass (probably and hopefully quickly) but it’s the explosion of frsutration from nowhere - that must have a grounding in many obvious things that I need to pour out to make sense of.  To have a hope of tackling it.  Because when my husband gets home he won’t understand tears and banging fists and clenched teeth and nasty words and lashing out when we’ve had such a lovely sunny outing with smiles.  I feeling like a toddler with a tantrum unable to articulate the why and the seed.  He wanting to help but feeling lost - as lost as I am.  Both waiting for it to pass and putting it down to being tired.  Tired.

Some of it is me - has always been me.  But CFS fuels the fire and it’s unpredictable nowdays (but to be fair not frequent either).  I’m wanting to be intellectual about it - but stuck in the fist clenching phase is perhaps not the right time to unpick it. 

Off to stomp about (mentally though as I don;t have the energy to stomp or thump).

It’s Feeling Like A Bad Day

It’s feeling like a bad day suddenly.  A bad bad bad day.

Everything is annoying the hell out of me and I am powerless, frustrated and angry. 

This is the kind of day when my t-shirt is too close to my throat and it drives me insane.  Any other day I wear the same t-shirt, the same clothes and it’s fine.  Today I am constantly aware it is there - choking me.

My glands are so very tender, to me they feel swollen (the doctor may disagree).  I’m weary and tired and weak like yesterday and the day before but today I petulant about it.  My whole being shouts about how unfair it all is.

I hate everything.  I mean I knwo I don’t but this mood I am in takes a grip and I’m so frustrated about every single thing.  I’m angry at what I can’t do, at what I try to do, at what I have to do.

Stomp and punch and flounce - expect I don’t have the energy. 

Slow computer, hair out of control, clothes that itch and annoy, flabby tummy that suddenly seems in the way, throbbing neck glands, aching jaw, forgetting things and being so annoyed with myself, aching and weak muscles that let me down and I just want them to do what their supposed to, to be normal.

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