For ME

Happy International ME/CFS and Fibromyalgia Awareness Day everyone!!

Today, 12 May, is a day for raising awareness of ME / CFS and Fibromyalgia internationally. (Ok - so it's clearly not the 12th any more but that is when I started writing this piece.)

In honour of this I would like to make the subject of my post today me. Or rather ME.


This blog was created to chronicle my bleeding condition - von Willebrand's disorder. This is a rare disorder which means my blood doesn't clot very well. It is a little like haemophilia and has caused me to have an interesting a blood soaked life, since diagnosis at 6 months old.

I'm now 36 and whilst I am a happy little bleeder generally - who finds handling a long term chronic disorder, within my capabilities - the last few years have been a bit tougher. (If you would like to find out more about the von Willies please do peruse my previous posts - preferably with a cup of tea and slice of summat to keep your energy up.)

Something I have blogged less about is my experience of having CFS or ME.

Why is that?

I know my von Willies well. I was born with it. It is who I am. I am a bleeder. I am able to live in that knowledge and with the challenges that presents in a fairly confident, capable and good humoured way.

The von Willebrand's is treated with clotting factors. Which are made from blood products. From these blood products I contracted Hepatitis C way back when they were shooting clotting factor into my little girl's veins.

The Hepatitis C stuck with me, infecting my blood and messing with my liver, until I had the second of two lots of treatment, which managed to eradicate the virus from my blood.

Good news right?

But wait...

I really struggled with the treatment - Interferon and then Pegalated Interferon and Ribavirin.
And I mean really struggled.
It wiped me out.
Beat me up.
Wrang me out.
Shook me up.
Drained me out.
Chewed me up.
And spat me out.
It felt like being in a washing machine for 12 months.

Ever since the second lot of treatment in 2003 I have had recurring CFS or ME.

I still felt I was on the treatment six months later, 12 months later, 2 years later and still now 7 years later. Unable to work. Unable to live the way I used to. Existing. Waiting.

Don't get me wrong I have had periods of being well - being able to work, to live a full life, to fit everything in I wanted to and more....

However the reality now is not so good. My natural outlook is a sunny one. I see my CFS as a grey cloud that contains me and is not always easy to shine through.

The tricky thing is that to the untrained eye I look well. You look at me and don't see the cloud. Or the fog or the mist that clogs up my mind and body.

I used to find it hard to acknowledge the CFS. My mum once gave me a leaflet on ME and said - this sounds much like what you've got. Oh no, said I, that's not me - I'm just getting over the Hep C treatment. I'll be fine in a bit.

Even now if people ask me how I am - I'm fine! Or if not fine - I'm a bit tired.

A bit tired!! Understatement city :)

It is difficult to write how hard things can be. Equally it is difficult to talk about how hard things can be.

That is a problem.

How can I expect people who do not have, have never had ME or CFS to understand what it is like if I don't let it out.

You may be looking at the picture above and saying to yourself - she looks right enough. That is understandable.

If you see me looking well - which I do when I'm in public, most of the time;
or see me getting to the supermarket - which I do some of the time;
or if you have a conversation with me and I'm upbeat - which I try damn hard to be all of the time;
you cannot be expected to understand the reality.

I have tried to be a bit more explicit, but when I mention how exhausted I am - you might say, oh yes I'm tired too.
When I say it's hard to get things done - you might think, oh but you're lucky you don't work, you have plenty of time.
When I explain how hard it is to sleep - you might suggest, perhaps if you did more in the day you'd be more tired and sleep better?
When I say how much my body aches - you might sympathise, maybe if you got out more you would be fitter and be less stiff?

Often I don't have the energy to respond.

To argue that my exhaustion is so deep it is like a coat of lead that I wear 24 hours a day - that prevents me getting out of bed, that means I hurt to wash my hair and hang out my washing because my arms have to be held up, that means I pant after going up the stairs and need a rest after washing, then after dressing, then after eating my breakfast...

To explain that it is hard to get things done because my brain doesn't work properly any more. You know how you feel when you're hung over? Like your head is full of wool and your body is poisoned? That is my normal state. I forget things that used to be second nature. I struggle to make a cup of tea if you're talking to me, to hold a conversation without losing my thread, to write a blog without wanting to smash the computer because I keep getting words wrong, to run a bath without putting the wrong tap on and flooding the house, to put toothpaste on the brush and not Veet. I can't expect you to understand that some days I struggle to fit in getting up and dressed and doing some tidying and making the tea. Let alone cleaning and ironing and paying the bills and having people drop in to see me. The washing machine beep sends me demented. Running out of cat food is a constant worry because it means having to go out to get some.

To elaborate that I can't sleep because I'm so tired it hurts. That my joints ache and my muscles twitch and I can't be still for longer than a couple of minutes without twisting and turning and writhing trying to find a comfortable spot. That I feel things crawling on me - on my arm, then on my foot, then on my back, then my leg, then my face. There's nothing there, it's just a symptom of the CFS, Crawling Effing Sods. That if I do get to sleep I often wake in the small hours and then it starts all over again - the pain and the aching and the crawling and then the mind chimes in telling me that I need to sleep, I need to sleep, I need to sleeeeeeeeeep!!

To tell you that the aches and pains are such that I can't sit still for more than a few minutes without stretching and flexing my legs, arms, fingers. Next time you have the flu and you feel so sore and drained you can't move out of bed or off the sofa - that it how it feels on a bad day with CFS. It feels like my bones are rotting and my muscles are aching and twitching in an endeavour to get out of this body.


Is it better for me to acknowledge the CFS? Does it help to let it out? Or does that just remind me how much fun it isn't??

I know fighting the condition doesn't work - that the energy used constantly battling to overcome the lack of energy and limitations of your body aggravates the condition exponentially.

So do I need to accept ME in order to get better? Embrace my little grey cloud and let it hug me back. Take care of myself rather than push myself to the limit? Listen to my body rather than shout at it? Allow my body to recuperate rather than expect it to continue at an unsustainable pace? Give my mind space to rest and restore rather than shower it with anxiety and pressure and stress?

Love and cherish not berate and frustrate.

Worth a try, right?

Cannot Flippin Sleep ... Still!

Cannot Flippin Sleep or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the bane of my life.

Happy New Year to anyone bored enough to be reading this hehehe.
I have bumped this post - first published in December -to the top in case you missed it and also because even with two sleeping pills a night - I'm still awake!! You should see my bags...

You might think that the problem with CFS is too much sleep, an inability to stay awake if you will. You might imagine it involves a good nights sleep of, say, 10 hours and then drifting in and out of snoozes during the day. Maybe it does in some cases.

That is not how it affects me.

My main problem at the moment is disrupted or disturbed or disabled sleep. This week I've had perhaps one night when I've slept well. No, thinking about it I think it's over a week now since I had what could be described as a good, or even just as a normal, night's sleep.

There is the pain issue. My ankles kill when in bed. I've tried wearing socks which sometimes helps. I've taken to wearing my ankle support in bed the last few nights and this seems to make a little difference. I have as you know been taking pain killers - firstly Co-proximol and then Tramadol. I thought the Tramadol had done the trick but then that hasn't been working at all this week so I've stopped taking it.

I cannot get comfortable. My legs ache and throb constantly and I find myself writhing around trying to get them in a good spot. I find a place that appears comfortable but within a couple of minutes I'm rotating again, looking for that mythical position of no discomfort. It doesn't exist in my bed I tell you.

My head aches with the effort of trying to sleep. There is a now psychological element to my problem. I need sleep and I know it. Every night which goes by with little or no sleep adds to the pressure in my mind as soon as my head touches the pillow each night . . .

Right- time to sleep, shut eyes, empty mind and reeelaaaaax . . .

Aaaaarrrrrgh, mind spins off into random flitting thought, legs start up their percussive throbbing and a thrashing and it's another night of impossibly slow time travel. I can stop time with my mind. Yatta!

I swore in church yesterday, apologies oh godly one. I had just remembered that the one very important item on my shopping list - Nytol - was the one thing I had forgotten - perhaps, in fact, because I had forgotten to write it on my list in the first place! Luckily an angel was in the church at the time and she invited me back to her place to have some of her husband's supply. I did that and also benefitted from a cuppa and a mince pie - thank you to her and her angelic family :)

I have got an appointment to see a chronic fatigue specialist. Yes, there is one. Although you wouldn't know it if you asked your GP, or your haemotologist, or your hepatologist.

This lady, Dr Myhill, worked in the NHS for 20 years but now specialises in treating fatigue and in preventative medicine. The first appointment I could get is mid February - I'm hoping it's worth the wait.

Her website is extremely informative and rings so many bells when I read it that I could contract out to all the local churches. This is the address if you want to check it out:

http://www.drmyhill.co.uk/index.cfm

It's full of information about fatigue and other health problems. I don't have all the problems that she associates with CFS by any means, and for that I'm grateful, but here is short list of my symptoms taken from her section:
'CFS /ME (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) - how to diagnose and which tests to do'

• Severe fatigue which is physical and mental and usually delayed 24-72 hours after exertion;
• malaise (i.e. a feeling of illness);
• muscle pain, usually worse with exertion;
• muscle weakness (without the eye manifestation she refers to)
• very poor stamina;
• sleep disturbance (whereby the "biological clock" is moved on 4-6 hours and CFSs drop off to sleep late and wake late) - (in my case there is little or no dropping off and I find myself only sleeping in the early to mid morning);
• alcohol intolerance;
• autonomic nervous system disturbance (which as she explains can lead to problems with poor temperature control and extreme temperature intolerances and sweating - another nightime problem I've not yet mentioned)

She also refers to the mental fatigue which manifests as:

• poor short-term memory,
• inability to follow a line of argument,
• difficulty reading or watching TV,
• poor problem solving ability
• poor learning.

I can relate to 4 out the 5 there and am incapable of focussing if there is more than one thing happening - i.e. I can watch the tv but don't try and talk to me while I am, because I will lose the ability to watch the tv, as well as be incapable of listening to what you are saying. Sound familiar to friends and family?

I know when people ask me how I am and I say - Oh, tired, same old thing - they probably think and indeed sometimes say - Oh yes, I know how you feel, I'm exhausted I had such a busy weekend...

Final quotes from Dr Myhill's site:

"Many patients believe, (with some justification!), that they are going demented."
"However, usually there are no abnormalities on physical examination, indeed, often the patient looks well."

Ho ho ho!

X

I'm sorry I haven't a clue...

I would like to extend a heartfelt apology to all and anyone I may have had a conversation with recently.

I used to consider myself to be a good friend. Someone with an ability to listen to what the person I'm talking with is saying, and to take it in. To care about the conversation we are having, to remember it for future conversations. That is one of the key things that makes a good friend in my opinion.

Lately I have been listening but hearing nothing. I try really hard to remember what someone is saying; indeed I may be fascinated by it at the time. But more often than not if you ask me afterwards what was discussed I can perhaps recall 20% and I think that's being optimistic!

Some of it might return in time, snippets flying back into my consciousness. Or if something was mentioned a memory could be triggered off like a hot air balloon rising out of the depths of my mind.

I attribute this in the main to the interferon and ribavirin treatment I had for Hepatitis C. I’m sure my brain has not been the same since then. Before the treatment and problems with Hepatitis C I was proud of my memory, at one stage I could remember all my friends’ birthdays, their phone numbers and addresses down to postcode level. Maybe it is the age of the mobile phone - who needs to remember anything these days when I can pop it in my Sony Ericsson organiser - I'm convinced it's more than that.

Ok, I hear you say, I'm 33, maybe it's my age?? Whenever I mention my forgetfulness to anyone they say - 'Oh yes, I do that, that's just old age', I'm 33! And I remember practically nothing!! That's just not right. Or at least it isn't good enough for me.

I am failing in my attempt to be a friend, I am rubbish at what I used to pride myself on. It is so important and I just cannot do it like I used to.

I am now desperately scrabbling round the inside of my fluffy head for an example.

I have friends who are new mums working part time. They have told me time and time again which days they work and which they are at home. I couldn’t tell you now when they’re at home if you offered me a large box of Malteasers. I know I’ve been told. I know I listened at the time. I’m too embarrassed to ask yet again and really look like I don’t care because I do. So I don’t ask. And therefore look like I don’t care!

It's not just conversations. If anyone asks me to do anything for them, both Ade and his mother will testify to this, I will absolutely not remember unless it is written down in a place that is staring me in the face. The number of times Ade says, have you done suchasuch? I reply, whatawhat? You know, the suchasuch we discussed yesterday ... he grimaces at my blank expression. The suchasuch!! Ummmm, remind me again... What ever it was had gone like puddles in the sunshine until he prompted me. Sorry to him also, I honestly am not doing it on purpose just to annoy.

Work had, before my latest period of time off, become affected - I was swimming in a sea of things to remember hoping that I wouldn't get totally swamped and sink to the bottom with a soft plop. As everyone suggests and I always do - I took notes of everything. Every conversation, every meeting, every training session. I had four notebooks on the go for different areas. I had an appraisal and one of my peer review comments was 'Ros makes an excellent scribe and takes fabulous meeting minutes' - do I ever!! It's either that or become totally non-functioning!

I'm not just being lazy, I try really hard during a conversation to hold onto the important bits for longer than the duration of the conversation. I feel like my brain is mushy, that the interferon brain fog got hold of my tiny head and never let it go. My homoeopath has told me that the memory is one of the things the body can do without when it has to focus on repairing other areas. He thinks that as I have chronic fatigue the memory will be one of the last things to return to normal. I hope it does eventually.

So sorry to one and all - please forgive me if I forget your birthday again, forget your family’s birthdays, forget any detail you've told me in the past, forget your name (luckily that hasn’t happened yet thank god, I will check myself in for tests when it does!). I'm not trying to be obtuse. Don't take it personally I'm sorry I haven't a clue...