Thursday, 11 November 2010

Popped in to say ........

I hope things are on the turn.  Thank you to all for kind comments it means a lot.

I may not post again for a while (not that I am know for prolific posting at the best of times) as I am trying to concentrate on willing myself well.

I am thinking of Steph xxxx and BG particularly and of course Rusty Hoe wishing her well for her procedure.  Kim@frogpondsrock husband who has EDS and rushed into hospital with an infection.  Happy Birthday Veronica.  Have Myelin xoxoxoxo

Apologies if I have missed anyone out its not that I don't care my brain is mushy.

Am drinking disgusting meal replacement drinks as lost weight I don't need to and have never felt so unhungry ever. 

My daughter keeps sending me silly texts even though she went out only two hours ago which is making me smile. 

Next time I post I hope to have found my sense of humour because normally ......




Friday, 5 November 2010

chondriditis

Well despite me wanting to write I am well.  I am not!

All I am saying right now is this - Perichondritis - chondriditis  (sp?)

Pseudomunas aeruginosa  (sp?)

- commonly caused by cross infections in hospital medical equipment

I feel ill and am battling with doctor (although to cut a long story short no GP appointment and nurse saw me no GP available) Has given me inappropriate antibiotics.  She has no idea what I have but I have had this before.

As usual with ehlers danlos and even minor surgery nothing is ever simple.   I pleaded for antibiotics prior to surgery.  They should have listened!  hindsight eh Steph if you are reading this.

As usual its now the weekend and I am trying to stay out of hospital.  The friggin cartilage is infected now - I tried to say. 

I am pissed off with a great big P.

Monday, 1 November 2010

The words came tumbling out...

I'm here with no particular reason to post. So the words will tumble out tonight.

So here I go.

Still I haven't returned wheelchair services calls.  They keep leaving messages on the phone, which I don't pick up.  My son informs me of them.  'They want to know if you want a right or left handed power chair'  silence.  I can't process any of it. I want to ring really I do and explain my muddled thoughts. Coming to terms with this is sending me to troubled places in my mind. .  My home is my sanctuary.  Its the place where my family and I live our muddled life.  Perhaps I feel guilty. I am not paralysed afterall. Pain is a major factor with EDS.  I can walk but before I walk it hurts big time.  But my house is small and why are they asking if I need a right handed one or left before the wheelchair environmental assessment.  My social phobia is grabbing me round the throat big time.  I didn't realise I was so adverse to 'strangers' in the house until now.  I know they are there to help I know this. Perhaps I should ring them and say it would be more realistic to start with an attendant wheelchair to see how I get on?  I actually am struggling with the stupid stress this is causing.

The other telephone message repeat - is from the OT.  Now I know I need a stair lift and more.   But I am over worrying? Probably because of the current trend in the UK of making out the disabled are fakes.

I accept that having written the above it may appear that I am neurotic needing the services of a psychiatrist rather than OT or wheelchair services.  Perhaps I am.  In truth I long for the impossible.  Financial independence.  Then I would not have all this unnecessary worry.  Because like it or not the not returning calls thing (which obviously means I am not answering the phone) means I am getting in a state probably for no reason.  I keep saying to myself, stop ringing me up, write a letter with an appointment.  Why is the latter acceptable?

The only benefit I receive is DLA.  Which I completely deserve.  What is happening in the UK at the moment.  Am I the only person with a disability who feels like a scrounger.  I have never felt this way before.  Could it be that I need to stop all outside contact, so that I am not bombarded with news overload on how the disabled of Britain appear to be the cause of all money problems the country suffers.  I am a rational reasonably intelligent person, I know this is not true.  So why do I feel this way.  I am beginning to think that the whole attack on the disabled of Britain has caused some bizarre sort of reactionary depression.  Normally I am happy go lucky.  My family and I are pretty insular, we muddle on.  Laughing at our lot. I had thought I cope reasonably well with what is after all a chronic condition.

My husband works locally so that he can be close by, for me.  The only money I receive is DLA.  I am not a liar.  A scrounger.  So why can I not get the overwhelming feelings I am having about accepting help in perspective.  It is not right or realistic to live in a bubble, never exposing myself to current affairs, the media.  However wherever I turn its there.  Is it actually possible to have a reactionary type depression because of the disability hatred going on at present.  Am I soon to add to my list of medication, anti-depressants?

So worried that even an Occupational Therapist won't believe that my collagen is wonky I think she will contact the DWP to say.  Mrs Achelois is a fraudster.  My pain is real, my condition is real.  I am honest.  So why?  Ehlers Danlos is a lifelong inherited painful and debilitating condition so after all these years, it has come to this.  It could be said I am being paranoid and perhaps I am but something has triggered it.

I think I know what it is.  Its the equivalent of racism. Disablism?  Hatred for the weak, sick, vulnerable.  To pick on a minority I had thought was illegal in the UK.  It seems not.

I have been wanting to write how I feel about this for a while but haven't for my thoughts are troubled.  Saying has made me feel better but no less worried.

I know that others have far more to worry about.  Cholera for example.  So perhaps I haven't voiced my fears previously through guilt or fear of being accused self indulgent.  All I wanted when I spoke to the GP initially about a referral for a wheelchair was more independence I guess.  The process has backfired somehow and I have ended up feeling worried, angry and stressed.

Perhaps I should ring wheelchair services and explain a little.  I would appreciate any input here as for the first time in a long time I am floundering around.  Should I ask for an attendant wheelchair initially?  Instead of this overwhelming process.

Is an Occupational Therapist really a government spy?  Ehlers Danlos is so rare, so misunderstood.  I don't think I could bare it if my DLA were taken away because I asked for help.

I know I am panicking.  Aware my thoughts are running away with me.  In pain tonight, that I am used to but not this.

Looking back, I wish I hadn't gone and spilled out to the GP just how difficult things were getting with the EDS.  This stuff is new to me.  Paranoid?  Maybe.  Or a realist? Living with EDS is hard each day is a challenge, I have always met that challenge head on.  Until now....