Category: adaptation

My job as a complex chronic patient

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My first nursing job was on an HIV unit in 1991. We were in the 2nd wave of the med mixes, so there were some treatment options. We knew which precautions were necessary, and when.

Those precautions had been newly dubbed, “universal precautions”. HIV was the last global pandemic that had a powerful effect on ordinary patient care, legislation, daily activities, travel, everything. The lessons we learned were rolled so thoroughly into our lives that we no longer think about it.

Anecdote from the front lines..

At that time, it was all rather new. Old nurses were afraid to go near any patients on our unit. We had about 80% novice nurses, an unheard-of proportion on a specialty ward in a nationally-ranked hospital in a major city! We had to pay attention, and we had to learn fast.

Because we weren’t abandoned enough already…

Our rather young nursing preceptor had bone cancer in her knee. She went in for surgery as soon as the last of us (me + 1 other) got signed off on training.

But wait, there’s more: as soon as she came out of surgery, she wrote a message insisting they pull the plug on the machines and let her die. Husband supported that, in tears.

Considering how close to hysterical she’d gotten 3 days earlier, when I tried to dig in my heels and tell her I was not ready to practice autonomously and might need more training after her op; and how strenuously this woman — who’d done little but put me down for weeks and express frustration at how slow I was — now insisted I was ready, really ready; and considering how improbable that post-op scenario is, in so many ways… I think she had planned it well in advance. Most expensive euthanasia ever.

Her 2nd-to-last words to me were: “Change your socks. They should be white. Bright colors are not professionally appropriate.” And gave me a fierce look. She came back for a nice goodbye, telling us we were all “good nurses” despite our occasional touches of color (a laugh and a nudge for the main transgressors, me & a fabulous fellow), before she turned and left the unit for the last time.

She’d been working on me about the sock thing for weeks. Slouchy cotton socks in gem-bright colors were still fashionable; drove her crazy.

She was the only one who hated them. The patients, the other nurses, and my immediate supervisor thought my gaudy ankles were delightful. I was referred to as “the one with the socks” and everyone knew. (I also introduced the fanny pack to nursing life. Nobody had heard of it before I showed up with a white, wipe-clean, bleachable one. You’re welcome.)

It’s possible that I got a packet of white socks, as a gesture of respect to that tough young woman… which quickly got grubby-looking, as white socks always do on me, and thus were eliminated from my wardrobe as not being professionally appropriate.

… That was largely irrelevant, but I’ve stopped suppressing my storytelling urge. There are just too many; they leak.

Back to the job of being a complex chronic patient.

It’s surprisingly logical — it just takes a long time to figure it out. I hope this will shorten that course for whoever reads this! There are 3 key principles to follow, and 3 sets of jobs, one for each kind of person involved in each case.

Three key principles

My patients on that ward taught me a lot about how to navigate hard, complex, intransigent illness. There are 3 key principles:

  1. “Grandma was right” kinds of things: fresh air, activity, nutrition, sincere friends, learning all you can — they make a huge difference.
  2. Find the light, or life, in the cracks. Doing #1 makes that a lot easier.
  3. Communicate with others in the way they need to be communicated with.

That can be a tricky one, but I’ve got a lot of material on it. Some of it is here on this blog. And one day I’m going to complete and organize that collection of communication tools. (Any day now…)

Three different sets of jobs

It’s important to remember that you can’t do everything. I learned that (and keep re-learning it) the hard way.

There are specific realms of responsibilities which the important people in this situation have:

  • My job.
  • Significant other’s job.
  • Provider’s job.

They’re perfectly straightforward.

My (the patient’s) job

A note on terminology: some object to the word “patient” as dehumanizing. I’ll let you mull over what it means to think of someone who needs care as less than human. I don’t.

I’m sticking with the word “patient” here, because it describes a person who has specific, unavoidable experiences with alterations in their bodies, care providers, and whatever health-care system they have access to.

Complex chronic patients have a depth and breadth of experience with these things that most people simply can’t imagine — and nor should they. We wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

So, as a patient, my job boils down to this…

Take care of myself; take care of my responsibilities; take care of my relationships. All this includes having fun and seizing little joys!

  • Manage my illness. This includes: meds, nutrition, activity, learning about the disease and how to manage it, self-care (whatever that turns out to include, but it always includes pacing: alternating activity and rest.)
  • Track important signs, symptoms, and changes, and document them meaningfully.
  • Share this info with providers and significant others when it makes sense to.
  • Find useful ways to communicate with significant others & care providers about changing needs and abilities.
  • Make all my appointments on time, every time.
  • Contact my Dr for anything I need their support with: changes, meds, treatments, info.
  • Get through the days one at a time. (Thinking of the whole span of my existence is not my job. One day at a time is plenty.)
  • Find life in the cracks: notice the little beauties, regularly do something I enjoy, stop and smell the flowers.
  • Make time for fun and happiness. It makes me so much stronger!
  • Be good to my loved ones, whatever that means and within my limits.
  • Know that I’m the subject matter expert on my body, and hold myself responsible for managing it accordingly.

Significant other’s job

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These two principles can be used by people at work, at home, on the playground, wherever. Very simply, “believe me” and “avoid making this harder, whenever possible”.

Believe me

Nobody — trust me, nobody — can make this stuff up, and there are far too many expensively-educated people working on this for it to be imaginary.

  • If you can’t believe it, then try pretending you do for awhile, just to test the concept, and see how that works.
  • Learn about the disease. There’s good info out there and I, or my doctor, can help you find it.
  • If you’re really important to me, come to an office visit with me and ask the doctor your own questions.

Avoid making this harder

Communicate with me about changing levels of activity and needs. I hate to keep saying how broken I am, so let’s come up with a code to pinpoint the different levels of broken that I could be.

Then, I don’t have to talk about how close I am to puking or crying or passing out, you can know anyway, and we can get on with things appropriately.

That’s what I really want — to be as productive as possible for all the time that I can; to be as good a partner/employee/friend/family member as I can.

Provider’s job

Another note on terminology: I’m old enough to remember when physicians, who were relieved that good schools for PAs, NPs, and APNs were starting to flourish, advocated for the term “provider” as a collective noun, encompassing themselves and the advanced-practice professionals who potentiated their work and multiplied their efforts.

That worm has turned, and now it’s not so popular with physicians.

Please allow this old nurse to use the term with all the respect it originally included, in memory of the brilliant and capable physicians who taught me to use it as the inclusive term of choice.

The provider’s job (as of course you know) is threefold: keeping the larger view, providing appropriate care (of course), and providing info and guidance.

This is sometimes easier said than done, because every time I see you is a rough day. You hold more than the power of life or death over me — you hold the power of tolerability or pure Hell. Thus, it’s natural for me to be a little fragile, possibly overwhelmed, in our conversations.

I do my best to be prepared and “keep it together”. I want to make the best use of our time.

Due to the additional insults of pain and CNS dysfunction, I can be subtly or even grossly impaired when I most need to be responsive, intelligent, and clear.

Given all this, please know that your kindness makes a great difference in my life.

Here is what I hope for, from my providers:

  • Consider context. Notice where I fall in the statistical ranges and how might this affect my care; help me distinguish between reasonable vs. unreasonable efforts, as well as watchable vs. reportable signs/symptoms; steer me through that intersection created by my medical & physiological peculiarities in one axis, and the statistical probabilities generated by reams of studies and years of clinical practice on the axis which crosses it.
  • Prescribe appropriate tests, ancillary care (physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, and so on), and medications.
  • Respond sensibly and kindly to concerns about meds, therapies, and changes in my illness. (Fragile egg here.)
  • Let me know what I really need to know about my condition, meds, or treatment, before I leave the room (virtual or 3-D), so I neither ignore something important nor over-study and confuse myself. My responsibility to learn benefits from yours to inform me. Also, it helps me to know the right keywords.
  • Be the subject matter expert on the scientific and clinical knowledge-base for the illness I see you for, and be willing to figure out relevant context that my other conditions create.

See this article about just how fabulous an experience it is to have a physician who does all that. It’s such a relief and such a joy. Thank you from the bottom of my vital signs for doing what you do.

All 3 working together = best possible situation

When complex chronic patients can monitor and communicate effectively, prioritizing our care while keeping life in center stage most of the time; when our loved ones can coordinate around our limits, allowing us to be at our best, considering; and when doctors apply their staggering breadth of knowledge to our particular situations with attention; we have a fabulous chance of doing as well as possible.

I like doing as well as possible. I have a lot to give and I want to be able to give it — that said, my care comes first, last, and always; it’s the only way!

Thanks to significant help and support, good friends and loving family, and some real rock-stars on my medical team, I’m well set right now. I’m almost afraid to admit it, because I don’t want to rock the boat…

And here we are

There you have it: the 3 key principles and the 3 main jobs of living/working with complex chronic illness.

I know they are that fundamental, because I’ve had a few providers almost plead with me to come and participate in their patient support groups, specifically so I could talk about it with other patients.

Well, here we are, sharing this information all over the world! Send this article wherever you see fit. I’d love to know what your support groups think about it.

Patients, caregivers, loved ones of complex chronic patients, doctors, P.A.s, A.P.N.s and N.P.s… feel free to comment. This is about all of us, after all.

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May 2023 on the Back 40

Isy / / activity, adaptation, basics, brain care, care team, CRPS knock-on effects, imp-possible, loved ones, mortality, nutrition, radical presence/radical acceptance, self-care

In the spirit of this blog’s brief as a “user manual for complex chronic spoonies”, here’s a health update after another interesting year (my personal year starts in May!) with notes on medical support & the relevant self-care for each problem area.

Cultural note:

In American slang, “the Back 40” was (is) probably the least obvious & accessible parcel of a farmer’s land. Either a lot of work or no work happened there, it was hard to find the person doing it, and the effort didn’t show until afterwards.

Good metaphor!

Areas of life…

Mom (& TL;DR): 2+/3, it kinda sucks but I’m getting doctors involved and they’re good. Adjust expectations downward a bit, because this could take awhile to resolve.

Endocrinology

I got a med with a toxic-to-me ingredient (maltodextrin; it’s specifically inappropriate for people with low thyroid!) and that set me back in inflammation, pain, mood, and thyroid function. That’ll take some time to recover from, but…

=> I’m doing All The Things, mostly hydrating & waiting & antioxidants.

Plus a thyroid med I tolerate well.

Not having thyroid supplementation at all for 4 days (after 2.5 weeks of thyroid with toxic crap in it) set my thyroid recovery back further, but let my mood come back closer to baseline and gave me more access to memory & coping skills.

=>More waiting, plus vitamin A, licorice root, and Maine seaweed for the iodine.

And lots of sleeping.

Dr:

I have an appointment with a good endocrinologist in June, which gives me time to look up his articles & see how he thinks, while brushing up on my endocrinology. (Being a passive patient doesn’t work well for me. Too much complexity & too little margin for error. I hope he can cope with a collegially-minded patient.)

G.I.

I tried heirloom corn flour, because I love masa and grits, and the industrial kinds of corn are too hard on me. (Pain, mood disruption, bit more brain fog.)

Well, it took longer than regular commercial corn, and it took making it a staple & eating it a couple times a day, but it turns out that organic heirloom corn can still do that to me. So, more waiting & more hydration, but after Day 2 of No Corn I’m already a little better. Yay!

Good news is, I’ve consistently been able to eat *enough* overall that my body’s starvation response is calming down! I’m no longer gaining weight daily (which is what my body does when it’s starving). I’m able to fit into my biggest clothes that *aren’t* stretchy, another yay.

=> I find that 1200 kcals/day is the functional minimum on any given day. Getting up to 1600 is good, much more stabilizing.

Organic, free-range everything with plenty of olive oil. I have had skillful & compassionate help with cooking since November, and it’s been absolutely life-altering — for the better, which makes a nice change!

Dr:

I’m seeing my GI doc this week. I sure hope he doesn’t retire soon.

Brain & pain

Not so good. It’ll change, but there’s no knowing just when. I’ve got a UI design & documentation project which I badly *want* to do, but I think the better part of wisdom is to write up what my training & experience leads me to envision, and find others to help do the work. Trouble is, when I get to the computer, I don’t want to write it up, I want to just do it… ADHD fail, so far!

CRPS-specific

The bone pain is having a party in my feet, legs, & pelvic girdle. Skin in my arms & legs is more burny, and it’s getting annoying. That feeling of my brain envelope being hot (not something that happens in a normal body) is a frequent occurrence.

=> Eliminating the corn (which spikes up my neuro signalling) and stabilizing my thyroid should help that a lot.

I hope.

Fibro pain

Yeah… May didn’t used to hurt like this. My joints feel like the surfaces do a quick “squish” and ooze steam at every impact.

=>Antioxidants, hydration, pacing, thyroid… and time.

Dr:

I’m seeing my primary on Monday and will ask for a referral to Brigham & Women’s pain clinic to see if we can get a better handle on this.

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome

Ironically, the more I read about EDS, the more it explains a lot. I haven’t got enough understanding to opine further, but feel free to look it up and put your favorite links in the Comments.

Everything is in a “chase the symptoms” mode until then, and chasing the symptoms means that I don’t get things I otherwise need to manage pain and inflammation, because they trigger spasms and cause tissue tearing, both of which sound like EDS issues.

Welcome to complex chronic illness, where “competing needs” is more than a metaphor — it’s a way of life!

Dr:

I have 2 appointments, one to prep before genetic testing of a more arcane kind than I can get myself, and one to discuss results. The first of these is in November. We made that appointment last fall, so that’s really the best we can do.

Life

Best time of year is here. I hope I can get some recovery & remission, as I usually do in the summer.

The pain & brain fog keep me indoors more than I’d like, especially with the high pollen count making the histamine & inflammation situations worse. (Competing needs again: I love being outside.) It’s just too much to try to mask over all this, and I’d rather not stand out for the wrong reasons. Again.

I’ve been using my rower for exercise, when I can. That’s better for the bone pain than walking on pavement is, and I’m surrounded by pavement.

Major events

Sadly, I just lost an old sailing buddy to his illness.

Worse, I may soon lose a dear & longtime friend to hers, one of my sisterhood which formed around 2010, forged in the fires of the improbable Hell of having CRPS while being intelligent (ding!) female (ding!!) health-industry professionals (ding!!!) seeking effective care for this insane disease (DONNNNNG).

Some things you just get through and hope for the best.

Love makes everything else bearable — and that makes bereavement a stone b*tch.

On the other end of the spectrum of life… my honorary nephew announced I can expect to be a great-aunt this summer, and the first bundle of crocheted baby-gear is in the mail.

His papa, my widowed honorary BIL, is traveling the world with his skills, hard-won insight, and upright down-home charm to spread the word about what *really* constitutes good patient care. The world is becoming better for his work and I couldn’t be happier for him or prouder of his trajectory!

*Huge* yays!

=> I’ve discovered that the way to avoid emotional whiplash is to think about just one thing at a time.

Some of us are *always* living in interesting times.

Conclusion

I’m going to crawl back under my rock & lurk until all this hydration & waiting does some good. Time doesn’t do everything, but it does give other things a chance to work.

Take care of yourselves, and when you can’t do that, take care of each other. (((Hugs))) to those loved ones & spoonie-compatriots who want them.

The limits of mitigation: dishwashing

Isy / / adaptation, basics, CRPS knock-on effects, documentation, food allergies, loved ones, perspective, radical presence/radical acceptance, what works

This article is utilitarian. It provides descriptive terms for people with similar experiences to use in communicating with their doctors, payors, and loved ones.

It discusses the impact of an ordinary household task, and explains why doing such an ordinary thing could, in fact, be unthinkably difficult for people with certain neurological issues, even though their arms appear to function reasonably well.

It aims to mitigate some of the effects of the invisibleness of pain- and sensory-related disability.

Washing dishes is a problem. It’s never been fun, but it has been satisfying, because, talk about instant gratification: you do something and things are immediately better! I liked that!

Hoping for more autonomy, I recently got a great pair of washing-up gloves. Here’s what I’ve learned.

The problems with washing dishes are:

– The way water over the hands, which are rich in nerves, intensifies sensation and creates constant tactile input that multiplies every other sensation. I think it also has an effect on electrical conductivity in my hands and, as we know, the electrical conductivity in my hands is a complete mess anyway. This is where my CRPS started.

– Hot and cold temperature variation. This activates the C-fibres in my hands and forearms, the nerves that transmit hot and cold and itch and pain. My body has trouble distinguishing between those sensations. So as the water changes temperature – down to fractions of a degree, which most people would not even be aware of – my nerves and the blood vessel activity that the nerves can command are all just having a little meltdown.

– Because of histamine issues and allergies , most of my dishes are glass or metal. Both of those substances have a strong impact on my tactile sensation. (They’re hard to touch and uncomfortable to use, but I have to use them.) I think this has something to do with how extravagantly they conduct temp and, in the case of metal, electricity. Both of which translate to discomfort and pain and impair my ability to control the motion of my hands. This muscular impairment is a characteristic of long-standing CRPS.

So, between having to juggle all that sensation, all that pain, all that vascular/tactile disruption, and the loss of muscle control that comes with it, washing dishes is a real problem for me (cf. taking a shower. Another post for another day.)

Think about dropping glass and fumbling knives, and you’ll see what this means in practical terms.

My cat has learned how to respond when I break glass. She comes to the edge of the splatter zone and meeps to check in on me, then sits out of the way but in sight, supervising the entire process from picking up big pieces to sweeping the rest and finally getting up the tiny shards with large damp rags. Only then does she enter the zone and check my work! She doesn’t let me forget how important it is to clean it up properly, and comforts me considerably during the subsequent recovery time.

I got some dishwashing gloves, hoping they would help. What I’ve found is:

– They eliminate the water contact – until my hands start to sweat. Since they are necessarily an artificial substance, this happens pretty quickly because that’s how my skin responds to manufactured surfaces. The term for this is “sudomotor reflex.”

– They reduce the temperature variations, but not as much as you’d think. I’m astonished, myself, to find just how sensitive these hands are to tiny temperature changes. This relates to “thermoregulation” and “thermosensation” problems in CRPS.

– They do help somewhat with dexterity because they’re nice and grippy. However, they don’t fit well because they’re a generic size. With the quick sweating and the temperature changes, the dexterity problem really isn’t resolved.

– I don’t have to come into direct contact with the glass or metal, and that does mitigate some of these issues. It’s just that they’re not the only issues.

The peculiar nature of peripheral neuropathy with CRPS makes this pretty much unwinnable.

So I guess I still need someone else to do my dishes.

If anyone can think of a way to rinse and load a dishwasher and then remove the dishes when they’re clean and dry but still solves the problems of water, dexterity, glass and metal … I would be happy to hear it.

I’m posting this not to whine, but because it can be so very hard to articulate these profoundly abnormal sensory experiences, and I know I’m not the only one to have them. As always, please feel free to link and copy, and I’d prefer it if you point to this webpage if you put this in print or online. Thank you so much! In the end, if you need to use it, then just use it. Spoonies unite.

Speaking of spoonies uniting…

The fact that this post got written without me going into a complete fugue state and wandering into traffic, or somewhere equally unlikely, is thanks to Elle and the Auto Gnome, who kindly took dictation — and kept me from wandering off in an effort to avoid thinking about this any longer than necessary! It’s a ghastly situation and my usual coping method is to articulate a ghastly situation once, and then focus on workarounds, spending as little further attention as possible on the ghastly thing itself.

Elle and the Auto Gnome blogs here.

She pointed out that being able to articulate these problems is darned rare, so I took the hint and we did this together.

May it be helpful to others in similar straits!

More on environmental insults on a hyper-reactive system

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I’m dealing with a mold-spore exposure in my home that’s only somewhat mitigated, and can’t reach a better state until the weather allows me to throw open all the windows for a week or so, to allow the super–low-tox coatings to dry and cure.

Honorary sibling & excellent friend Cougar came over to help with a related errand. I was singing my way through my tasks, which I don’t normally do, but apparently it’s sufficiently “on brand” that it fit right in with his expectations. I told him that I was going through a phase of illness where eating anything is treated by my body like a personal insult, and, in addition, the all-body pain and inflammation were through the roof. He said, “I never would have guessed. Your behavior doesn’t show it at all.”

Woo hoo! Yay me. We humans can have real personality distortion due to horrible pain, and when I can manage myself that well in the teeth of a flare, I take an inward bow and award myself a shiny gold star.

I got the Big Craptasms one by one: Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (type not yet known), CRPS/RSD, dysautonomia, fibromyalgia, Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, mast cell/histamine activation problems, gastroparesis & sluggish gut. All of these require major lifestyle changes.

I could handle the rest, even the CRPS (given all the good neurotransmitter stabilizers we have these days.) It’s the worsening histamine stuff that’s really driving me crazy right now. I’m reacting to everything.

Reactions don’t stop with itching skin, itching eyes, pouring sinuses, and wheezing. Oh no. That would be too easy.

Reactions set off aaaaaall the other clowns in the circus.

Nasty bunch of customers!

So, here’s what that looks like in my case:

  • My tissues are more brittle and unstable, so I have to be extra careful doing things (and I’m always doing things. Did I mention being mildly hyperactive?) That’s the EDS.
  • The body pain of the CRPS I don’t want to focus on long enough to describe, but getting my skin sensitivity under control before bed is kind of a big deal.
  • The fibromyalgia is like a big spiculated cloud of aggravation that my body wandered into and can’t find its way out of.
  • The thyroiditis means I have to stay off cruciferous foods (the best winter veg, sob sob) or get back on the thyroid supplement/pituitary see-saw that I’ve struggled with before; meanwhile, the thyroid-driven struggle of having one day and one night in every 24 hours is taking up a lot of planning and will-power, especially at 4 or 5 am when I haven’t been able to go to sleep yet, but still have to get up in a few hours in the hope that my body will get the clue. With most sleep disruption issues, it’s important to fake it ’til you make it.
  • Gastroparesis is tightly tied to mast cell reactivity for me. That’s also so loaded right now it’s best for me not to think about it, especially since it’s almost dinner time and I have to give my gut some work.
  • It ties in with the fact that, if I don’t eat enough, my body creates more fat “to get me through the famine”, in that lumpy, painful, inflammatory pattern that just makes everything harder.
  • Also, the mold fragments themselves create a reaction in my body that’s a whole bucket of nasty by itself: more brain fog, more indigestion, more inflammatory-patterned everything.

And I’m one of the lucky ones. This could be so much worse!

As I think about life generally and my life particularly, I think about travel — as essential to me as breathing is to many people. I don’t need as much of it (obviously) but now and then, it’s essential. I have loved ones, few of whom are near; I can no longer go visit them. There are beautiful sights I’d love to revisit, and more I’d love see for the first time. There are fascinating people I’ve not met yet — some of whom I’ve loved dearly for years. 

Yeah… but no.

I can’t stay anywhere, because everyone everywhere uses things that either smell or out-gas or both; moreover, at this end of the reactivity bell-curve, what sets me off might be fine for another who’s similarly sensitive. It’s a total crap-shoot. 

Plus, mold. Largely invisible, uniquely ubiquitous above the 37th parallel, usually harmless — but astonishingly bad for me!

If I’m going to go anywhere, I’ve got to customize and control the environment I sleep in, at the very least. Sleep is when the body does its housekeeping and cleanup; it’s as if all the doors and windows are thrown open and the sensitivity gets turned up to 11 — any bad stuff that goes in then, goes in much more and makes things worse. The regular cleanup gets interrupted. It all becomes more crisis-manage-y than housekeeping-y. As you can imagine, in hyper-reactive systems like the one I have, that’s a real mess.

This has been creeping up on me for awhile, and I’ve blithely ignored it because gee freaking whizz, isn’t there enough going on??

I just need a moment to process this.I had to give up a visit to friends this week, because my immune system crawled into the blender and hit “frapee”. (I’m nursing a charming case of stomatitis with both canker and cold sores; my lymph nodes are creating topography a bit like the bumpier parts of Death Valley; and I’m having all visitors stay fully masked with windows wide open, because I’ve got nothing to fight off further pathogens with.)

Because I gave up that trip, I get to sit here and think about what a non-delightful level of fragility I have to plan for as I go forward in my life.

So, on the one hand, this is great information and I clearly need to know it, in order to avoid making myself sicker.
On the other hand… Oh FFS, life! Really? — I mean, really?!?

When I’ve gotten the particle-board in the kitchen coated, I hope that will buy me a couple of years of being able to stay in my adorable little flat without further toxic exposures. I’m benefiting hugely from this stability, and the location can’t be beat. I love it and I’m grateful. With the semi-permanent fix in place, I can probably recover quite a lot of the ground I’ve lost — although of course there’s no guarantee, and the best-case scenario involves many months of recovery and being very careful about avoiding other toxic triggers for a couple of years, until the mast cell “bucket” can drain.

Thanks to the diligence and care of my 2 new helpers, this is an attainable goal. Pheee-yew!

Beyond that, I’ve got some thinking and learning to do. I may revisit this subject of controlling my environment while on the go, when I have anything useful to say. 

Update: using adaptation tools

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Yesterday, it came naturally to be warmly present for V during a big event where I stood in for her, even at a distance of 3,000 miles or so. Gotta love technology for that!

Today, I think of D and the anticipatory grief is like a warm finger of current, pulling at me without tearing at my core or dragging my mind away. He’s here now, and everyone who cares about him is working on a graceful last chapter to his intense, vivid, improbably well-groomed life. (Yes, he’s quite a character!)

This recovery is not all perfect: after yesterday’s 8-hour social endurance event (a physical and physiological experience piled on top of a very neurologically demanding week) I woke up this morning with a pure dys-autonomic experience I haven’t had in a very long time.

On the very cusp of waking, as I first became physically aware of the real world, my body’s temperature-regulation mechanism dropped off the rails.

I suddenly got intensely cold, that bone-deep cold that makes the smallest touch of air feel like knives. Imagine full-body Reynaud’s, with added concertina wire. It’s amazing how cold my skin suddenly gets to the touch when this happens, after feeling just right at the moment I started to wake.

So, I did what I learned to do 10 years ago, when the dysautonomia really kicked in with this: I pulled my down duvet completely over me and tucked in every gap, wrapping it right around my head, and constructed a little tunnel just big enough to breathe fresh air through. (Fresh air seems to speed up the recovery period.)

Nothing I can do after that but wait for it to pass, as my regulatory thingies come to terms with being awake instead of asleep (one autonomic function) and being able to be at the right temperature (another autonomic function.) I know that it will pass, while my system creeps toward wakefulness.

Big shrug. The Nasty Cold Snap hasn’t been part of my day in a very long time, which is good!

This just goes to show that the physical/physiological impact of these flows of stress and anguish isn’t negated. Expecting that would be unrealistic.

They are manageable. That’s the point.

Doing those “brain first aid” things makes handling the weighty, current reality bearable. That means I’m still capable of several important tasks:

  • I can bring my tips and tricks to bear against the physical effects of this illness.
  • I can think my way through ordinary (to me) problems.
  • I can remember that things pass: the Nasty Cold Snap will pass, as the mental shock passed, as even terror passes when it’s allowed to.
  • I return fairly quickly to my normal frame of mind — which beats trauma-brain all hollow!

There’s still a bit more physical recovery involved, mostly giving my systems a chance to finish returning to their normal function and easing up on the extra weakness, reactivity, and pain.

But, basically, I’m OK. I’m able to show up for myself and my friends. That’s what it’s all about.

My point (and I do have one) is…

The skills I learned in psychotherapy really work when I use them, and I’m so relieved.

I want to make the point that psychotherapy is not “just like talking to a friend”, because our friends don’t need a graduate degree to be our friends. Psychotherapy is a professional-level, highly customized form of care, even if it feels relaxed (creating an environment where you can relax is one of the skills of a good shrink.)

Nor is it a passive process; the skills and concepts only work if you work them. It’s good to be heard; that said, it’s also good to remember that real healing involves relevant changes. The fun (??) part is, in medicine, we may influence the changes but there’s a significant random element involved in them; in psychotherapy, the client steers the whole process. While being an active, involved patient can improve outcomes in medicine, being an active, involved client does improve outcomes in psychotherapy.

So, there’s the core message behind this 2-part series, part of the ongoing “what works” toolkit. Psychotherapy works, when done properly and used diligently. Just like any other kind of care. It’s not magic. It’s skills.

Adaptation tools in use

Isy / / activity, adaptation, ANS and fight-or-flight, brain care, Covid-19, CRPS knock-on effects, imp-possible, loved ones, mortality, radical presence/radical acceptance, tools and techniques, what works

As some of you know, CRPS & dysautonomia involve constant re-traumatizing of the brain & nervous system. Our brains have flows that can resemble that of people living with domestic violence, because the CRPS itself keeps waling on us physiologically, in the same way people who get abused are waled on physically and emotionally.
Old amber-screen lettering showing *TILT* like on old pinball machines
This is why psychotherapy is part of the gold standard of treatment for intense chronic pain generally, and CRPS particularly: it takes good, highly specialized training — and ongoing coaching — to keep re-claiming and re-training the brain, so it can climb out of the being-beat-up mode and stay in the this-is-what’s-going-on-right-now mode.

Since I take the view that “whatever it takes, I’ll do it” is the way to work with such an intransigent, mean-spirited illness… I’ve naturally been persistent about holding to the gold standard of treatment, and working hard to implement everything that works for me. (Let it be clear that, just because that’s such a nice pat sentence, it is a hard road and a lot of work. Sisyphus thought pushing the same rock up the same hill was a lot of work? He should try claiming & holding ground against pain-brain.)

I’ve had tremendously capable psychotherapeutic teachers & coaches, and my present providers are over the moon for me. I tell them, “Gee, it’s like this stuff works!”

***

It’s graduation season in this college-rich area, and there are a lot of transitions taking place. I had a glorious week of family visiting and more social time than I’ve had all year. It was lovely and absolutely wonderful… yet, for a dys-y system, it’s still a lot of work. Big emotions, even good ones, trigger big neurotransmitter flows and that takes managing.

Yesterday, I got set straight by a friend I’ll call V, which was terrifying (really don’t want to lose that one) but the relationship will be better for it.

Big emotions kick out dysautonomic systems, so I started up the brain-stabilizing routines. Cool.

Then, I found out that a friend I’ll call D had nearly bled out last week and was currently in the hospital with massively metastatic cancer. He was diagnosed with limited cancer right before the first Covid-19 lock down. You know what happened with hospitals after that.

So, because he couldn’t get any treatment when it was treatable, he’s now faced with pretty horrific options and chose to go for comfort care for a very short life rather than horrendous chemo with a poor outlook anyway. He was an extreme athlete and had a rough life as a wee wiry guy in the city, so pain is no stranger, but at his age, it starts looking stupid to chase more discomfort.

Because of wacky human stuff, we hadn’t spoken in quite awhile. I’m glad we couldn’t see each other during the call because I know I was crying from the first sentence he spoke, and I suspect he was too. He’s a live wire & a cheery sprite by nature, and he made me laugh before I made him laugh, so I’m happy to say he won that round. We sorted out some heavy material and he said very nice things that were good to hear.

After that conversation, my usual brain-care toolkit was useless.

The first thing I do is, “don’t rehearse, replay, or dwell on it.” This is because that’s how trauma-tracks get laid in.

The more it replays in the mind, the deeper the distress gets planted. So, whatever it takes to prevent another topic of PTSD from getting laid in, is what I do.

I do come back and evaluate the experience for lessons a little later, but first… got to let the flaring, blaring intensity wash off before it stains, so to speak!

When the anguish of 2 perilous-feeling conversations, atop a beleaguered and recently worn brain, keeps roaring back, my usual low-key books/ shows/ audio/ doodling distractions aren’t enough.

I sat back and reached for a thought I’d had recently. There’s nothing more stabilizing for those who can do it than… what was it again?

Activity. Bilateral activity.

In my case, taking a walk.
Walking cat,distorted with closeness while coming at the viewer
So, with my phone reading me an audio book at the same time (clever, right?), I pulled on appropriate garments and got my wobbling butt out the door, one foot after another.

Blaring replays started up often, but I’ve had practice with this technique, and I reminded myself that *now* I walk, breathe, and follow along with a silly story; processing events comes later, *not now.*

The blaring replays got quieter by the end of the walk, and by the time I was 2 blocks from home, I could just about bear to be in my skin again.

The combination of bilateral activity (walking, wheeling, and most forms of warming activity qualify) and the distraction of a plot to follow combined to get me through the first stage of harrowing. Yay!

I followed up on a task I’d committed to for V and meditated briefly on how to follow through on family notification for D, a task that couldn’t go further last night.

The first task wasn’t executed perfectly, but I saw the error almost immediately and rectified it.

The second task, the one for D, has yet to be tried: there’s no good way to tell someone their estranged, love-hate sibling is dying, but of course it must be done and it’s not my job to try to be perfect in an impossible situation, it’s my job to be an honest, kind, and diligent friend to both of them.

So, today, once my pills are down (i.e. in a couple of hours) I’m going to the Y for non-weight-bearing exercise (because there’s only so much walking my hips and legs will tolerate) and then do something involving lots of colors (either drawing or crochet) afterwards, while listening to another story… and waiting for D’s sibling to call, so I can relay the dreadful info.

Update:
D’s sibling called, took the news with love and tears, and we conferenced in D for an agonizingly beautiful conversation. Older Sibling being lovingly overbearing and Younger Sibling trying to keep one foot in what’s really do-able, with me occasionally calling time or translating across the gaps, felt very normal to me, even though it’s not my family.

Some things are just human.

So I’ll keep breathing. And drinking lots of water. And taking extra vitamins, because this kind of stuff sucks them right outta me. (Truth to tell, you’ve only heard half of it. It’s been quite a heckin’ week.)

I can see the point of fiddling as your own city burns. Wait, I mean, Nero was a hot mess and a dreadful person to have in charge, if the legends are true.

The point I’m striving (awkwardly) to make is that arty activity calms and settles the mind, so that even devastation is less all-consuming.

I think today is a colored pencils day, or possibly even crayons. Crochet takes more thought, and I don’t want to hold myself responsible for that yet. Besides, my arm tendons are acting up, so crochet isn’t wise.

Update, Part 2:
I think I’ll take some crayons to the gym. Is that allowed? XD

Feelings pass. It’s what they do.

New normals emerge, and we learn to live with what was once unthinkable.

Adaptation is a big job sometimes, but, well, here we go again.

Low-histamine shopping list and recipes

Isy / / adaptation, basics, food allergies, imp-possible, money, nutrition, recipes, self-care

Ladies and gentlebeings, here’s what I’ve come to after a 6 month period of, firstly, a strict diet of tapioca, carrots, butternut, apples, and chicken; then, careful reading about *tested* foods on *living* humans, plus extensive empirical testing on my own particular system. The fruits (, veg, herbs, and meats) of this work lies below. Foods that I currently remember as improving the histamine picture have a +.

Note: I’m focusing on what I *can* eat as part of a low-histamine diet. Where my diet is restricted for other reasons, I say so, in order to point out where there’s obviously something for others to explore.

I don’t mention higher-histamine foods nor do I go into the details of what makes a food low-histamine (which can involve mast cell triggering, histamine levels within the food, salicylates, non-food triggers that raise the background level of reactivity, whether fermentation or aging is inevitably part of the process – as with beef – and so on) because that’s a whole ‘n’other article, and a bit beyond my bludgeoned brain at the mo’.

Caveat emptor: we’re all a bit different. This is why empirical testing, tracking results for yourself, and being able to notice when things change, is so important. My list is basically ok in principle, but it won’t be right for everybody, and may not even be right for me in a couple of years.

Besides “everything organic” and “everything fresh”, the third leg of this mow-histamine diet is “everything freezable frozen”, because leftovers and meats start making histamines real quick. So, freezing and then defrosring in the microwave is the only safe way to go with yhese things.

I let stuff that’s fresh off the stove or out of the oven freeze up on the top shelf (usually atop the “buns” box) and then move it to its rightful place:

The magic lists

Everything, absolutely everything, is super fresh and organic. This is part of the deal with low-histamine foods, and I’m ever so grateful that it’s possible right now. (Thank you to the federal SNAP/Food Stamps system and to HIP, the produce-enhancing state funding system for low-income people, plus an outstanding local farmer’s market that works with these programs!)

Produce:

    • +Apples, fresh local low-spray or organic (by low-spray, I mean they get sprayed twice, once when the buds set and once when the fruit sets. I find I tolerate this just fine, as long as the apples aren’t sprayed for storage)
    • Fresh cider, UV treated to impede fermentation (when I’m not frail)
    • Blueberries, wild
    • Cranberries
    • Peaches, when not frail
    • Plums, most kinds, when not frail
    • Cherries, when not frail
    • Mangos (not bruised)
    • Spring onions (some people are good with sweet white onions but not spring onions, and some can’t tolerate any onions, so YMMV)
    • Garlic heads (as above)
    • Sweet peppers (I find red bells and bullhorn peppers easiest to digest)
    • +Asparagus
    • Cauliflower, if good (no black or yellowed spots)
    • Soft/summer squash: marrows, zucchini, yellow crookneck (scoop out seeds if currently fragile)
    • Different squash: delicata, pattypan (seeded as above)
    • Beet greens
    • Radishes (which I like to steam)
    • Celery


    I can’t eat leafy cabbages because my fragile thyroid poops out if I do: mustard greens, collards, chard, bok choy, napa, savoy, radicchio, kale, green and purple cabbages, and other winter-harvest yumminess! Check them out for yourself, as long as your thyroid and gut is up to the job.

    Protein:

    • Chicken, turkey, pork, lamb (frozen straight off the block; another farmer’s market item here) (NOT ground: that generates histamine, possibly from the extensive cell damage)
    • Eggs (from scratching, soy-free hens)

    I can’t eat lentils, beans, or peas due to gastroparesis, but you lucky so-and-sos who can might want to read up & experiment to see which ones are ok for you.

    Lipids:

    These have to be fresh and not have any whiff of rancidity. Since all my food is fresh now, these and my protein sources are my only source of lipids for my brain and spine:

    • Olive oil
    • Grassfed (or Kerrygold) fresh butter, not raw
    • Avocado oil
    • Drippings from cooking meats, frozen right out of the pan. These are *wonderful* for cooking veggies with!
    • Coconut oil (when not frail)

    Carbohydrate rich:

    • Rice (plain whites, basmati, or jasmine are all ok for me; brown and sweet rice are not for frail times, but ok in small doses at other times)
    • Sweet potatoes, any kind but Japanese (which I think I did to myself by eating them too often at one time! Darn it)
    • Tapioca/yucca/manioc, same vegetable; fantastic for a sluggish gut & delicious made with apple cider
    • Farmer’s market honey
    • Sugars: panela, jaggury, coconut (all of them unrefined & mineral-rich, so YMMV)
    • Beets – with greens (I use the stems to flavor soups and I steam the greens or drop them on top of a batch of stir fry; delicious!)
    • Carrots, lots, as they go with everything
    • Broccoli
    • Parsnips, if I’m not currently frail (they’ve got such good nutrition I keep them on my shopping list, but they’re the first to go if I’m not up to the mast impact)
    • Celeriac
    • Hard/winter squash: butternut, acorn, kabocha (NOT pumpkin or spaghetti squash)

    Rice is my only grain. Some do ok with sorghum or buckwheat or some other things, but it’s hard on me in anything but small doses & when I’m not reactive.

    Flavorings and spices

    I can do, almost all fresh:

    • Parsley
    • Basil
    • Dandelion greens
    • Cilantro
    • Sumac (this is dried)
    • Bay leaf (dried)
    • Rosemary
    • Sea salt
    • Mined salts: Kosher, pink salts
    • Garlic
    • Ginger
    • Turmeric
    • Cedar sprig (fantastic when cooking chicken or buttered black beans, not that I can eat the beans any more)
    • Cumin (when not fragile)

    Here’s the fun part…

    Recipes

    The web is international, and I try to work with that 🙂 Please be aware that, as my cooking was learned in US-origin households and restaurants, I cook by volume rather than weight. Measurements are noted accordingly. (I’m aware of the flaws in this system, so I use recipes that can accommodate the “fudge factor.”)

    These are much-loved ingredients I make ahead:

    “Ginger Fabulous”

    I almost took a picture of this, but it just looked brown on camera. It’s lovely earthy honey-colors IRL.

    • Peels from 4-6 apples (may freeze ahead)
    • Ginger x6-8 thumbs (a bit bigger than my smallish thumb, anyway)
    • Farmer’s market local honey, ~1/2 cup [120 ml]
    • Sugar (panela or jaggury for me; light brown or raw is probably good), same volume as honey
    • 1 pint [500 ml] cider
    • Optional: Dash of clove, if you’re ok with it

    Slice ginger to 1/8″ or less.
    Chop apple peels to about 3/4″ segments.
    Put everything in a good pot.
    Simmer until all the ginger is translucent, usually ~ 1/2 hour.
    Let cool.
    Try to keep enough for later; I find it hard to stop taste-testing.
    Uses:
    Use as is for preserves, or process/blenderise to rough texture for marinade, jam, or even hot drink if you don’t mind a bit of dessert in the bottom.

    “Super Greens”

    Here they are mixed into buns:

    • Parsley x6-8 bunches
    • Basil x3 bunches
    • Dandelion, Italian/less bitter (has spikier leaves), x1

    Chop parsley and the leafier part of dandelion greens to 1/2″ lengths.
    Pick basil leaves off stems and chop a bit smaller than that.
    (Wrap the stems in foil and keep in freezer for flavoring soups, as their flavors cook down delightfully.)
    Throw it all in a processor and chop very fine. (I have to go 1 head of parsley & equivalent of others at a time, because my processor is not that big.)
    Package up into ice trays, or in foil or paper by ~dessert spoon or ~50 ml sizes and freeze.
    Uses:
    1 of these dresses 2 to 4 scrambled eggs or omelettes, depending on taste.
    I take a batch and mix it with softened Kerrygold/grassfed (not cultured!) butter, to a ratio of 1 butter : 1 pressed-down greens by volume, and beat well into a super healthy spread. I refrigerate enough for a few days and freeze the rest. Way more yummy than something this healthy should be!

    “Isy’s elf-rising flour”

    This recipe is taken from alittleinsanity.com, but I removed the xanthan gum, use non-fungal risers, and make with organic flour ingredients. Its ingredients are friendly to systems dealing with inflammation and histamine problems. It makes buns, quickbreads, and muffins very quick & easy to put together. (I haven’t tried it with pancakes because I can’t limit my intake of pancakes sufficiently & don’t like to feel that sick, so doing without is my best bet rn.)

    This recipe uses weights because, for the most part, the ingredients are often packaged in these sizes so you just dump out a bag of each. Easy!

    • 24 oz [0.7 kg] brown rice flour, fine
    • 24 oz [0.7 kg] white rice flour, fine
    • 24 oz [0.7 kg] sweet white rice flour
    • 20 oz [0.6 kg] tapioca flour/starch (same thing)
    • 2+1/2 [37.5 ml] Tablespoons baking soda
    • 1 Tablespoon [15 ml] baking powder (I push this through a tea strainer to get all the clumps worked out. I abhor the taste of baking powder clumps)
    • 2 Tablespoons [30 ml] salt

    Blend carefully in a huge pot. I use both a paddle and a whisk, gently.
    Take the time to get everything *very thoroughly blended*.
    This makes a gallon plus 1.5 cups, or about 4 liters.

    Uses:
    This makes a forgiving dough, and will generally work out fine.

    2.5 cups [or about 750 ml] of flour will take:

    • 5 to 7 tablespoons[75-100 ml] of butter (maybe more; tell us if you try it?)
    • 1/3 cup [80 ml] liquid
    • 1/4 cup [60 ml] to 1/2 cup [120 ml] of sugar
    • Eggs, 1 to 4…

    If you use 1 egg per 2.5 cups of flour mix, it gives a texture suitable for scones or gf (American) biscuits.
    If you use 3-4 eggs per 2.5 cups of flour mix, it results in a soft, puffier texture with more volume, as for quickbreads [teacakes] or (American) muffins.
    Additions
    It adapts well: you can use water, broth, milk, or cider as the liquid, and can add as little as 1/2 cup [120 ml] or as much as 1+1/4 cups [300 ml] of diced chicken or Super Greens or wild blueberries – with or without some Ginger Fabulous – and still get a wonderful result.

    It bakes in 12-15 muffin tins (depending on the extras) at 350*F [175*C] for 16 to 20 minutes in my oven, or until there’s no steam in the scent from the oven / toothpick comes out dry.

    Here are chicken buns & blueberry teacakes in their freezer box. Defrost & warm by microwave on low for 30 seconds on top and 30 seconds on bottom.

    I’m still working out a recipe for lembas, but it’s only a matter of time. Buns made from this are light & crumbly all right, and certainly very filling!

Excercise intolerance, the invisible vampire

Isy / / activity, adaptation, basics, brainiac, imp-possible, PubMed, self-care

I’ve been walking for 2 1/4 miles 6 out of 7 days per week for a few weeks, and it stopped kicking my butt, woohoo! I could come home and go straight into another task. This took awhile; at first, I had to lie down with my calves & feet up on a suitcase for a couple hours & stay down for hours except for bathroom breaks, then I just had to lie down for hours, then it went down to half an hour of horizontal time, and finally it was fine.

So I bumped it up — like a fairly well-informed patient– by no more than 10%, or a whisker under 2.5 miles. Today was the first day. I had to lie down for a couple hours, and moving at all is brutal. I move like a centenarian who’s been sucked dry.

Dazed looking fellow with fangs
This outstanding cartoon is by JNL and is freely available under a Copyleft free art license

So, after realizing that yes, even though I can walk more than 2 miles, I *still* have excercise intolerance… I decided to look it up and learn more about it.

Further inquiry

You know me: I like primary sources. Doesn’t mean I always understand them, but I can usually glean the right vocabulary from primary science and improve my searches from there.

What a 1 hour scroll through the National Library of Medicine turned up today is that excercise intolerance is usually related to specific kinds of heart failure (already ruled out), certain profound lung diseases (definitely not), certain complications of diabetes (nope, thank goodness), and mitochondrial illnesses usually due to genetic variations that leave them struggling (definitely something I’ll check again, in light of this new info. I’ve got those geneticgenie.org results somewhere…) It can also go with POTS, postural orthostatic tachycardia, which I have a variable case of.

So what is excercise intolerance?

As I understand it currently, excercise intolerance means that, instead of excercise building muscle and oxygen-carrying capacity, exercise chews up tissues and reduces oxygen-carrying capacity.

Much like what happens when the vampires have been at ya.

Edvard Munch’s colorful take on vampiric prey, massively stylish as ever.

It’s very uncommon in the general population, and many people think they know better than to “believe in” it.

No wonder. It’s completely counterintuitive! How can excercise possibly make you weaker, sicker, and more broken-down?

Because some of us are just that lucky. Or something.

That which doesn’t kill me…

Makes me seem weirder and even harder to relate to.

It also generates inflammatory crap much faster than the impaired body can clean it out, which means more pain, more limited range of motion, and longer recovery time.

Yep, it’s fun to have! XD

It used to be that, once I broke the 2-mile mark, the only symptom I’d get after too much excercise was simply feeling like I’d had too much excercise, and a couple of Advil and a couple of good night’s sleep would take care of it. There *was* such a thing as “no more excercise intolerance”, and it was lovely.

I didn’t realize there were also such wide degrees of excercise intolerance. *This* doesn’t feel like I just did too much exercise and all I need is a little time. This feels like I’ve had an inflammatory surge, a mast cell activation episode, like my bones are charring gently, and like everything is about 10 times harder.

Now I know: Excercise intolerance can keep up! (Foul expletives mumbled under the breath.)

In the interests of data collection (and getting physician attention), I’ve pulled out my pulse oximeter and will check my oxygenation and pulse rate before, during, and after my walks.

Data! Yummy data! Nom nom nom nom. It’s not a cure, but it might help in the longer run. — Walk. The longer walk, haha.

 

New set of wheels

Isy / / activity, adaptation, basics, marathon, radical presence/radical acceptance, self-care, what works

I walk everywhere I need to go. I finally tried the bus, and honestly, it could have been worse — but the base of my spine is still not prepared to put up with more than about a mile of that banging.

The problem with walking is that my legs are getting really good at “Burning Bones” — one of those trippy CRPS nerve games where it feels like the bones themselves are covered in & consisting of fire.

I used to wonder what burning bones were like and felt lucky for not having experienced it — and highly inclined to keep hammering massive doses of D3 to keep my blood levels in normal range. (D3 helps keep calcium in the bones & teeth, where it belongs, and prevents excess calcium from causing nerves to misbehave, among other things.)

Well, this clears *that* up! I know exactly what burning bone pain feels like now. But still, I’m well aware it could be so much worse: I just get little yellow flames, not big blue-based barn-burning flames. Those are definitely worse. I don’t know if I could keep walking through big blue flames.

Do I walk through the little yellow ones?

Go on, guess.

Shows woman flat on floor, with woozles coming out of her head
Creative Commons share-alike attribution license, credit livinganyway.com.

Carrying the bag I use as a purse adds a few pounds to the load on my legs, hips, and knees, and a bag or two of groceries adds about another 10-12, however carefully chosen they are for weight.

Plus, I’ve been slinging those from my shoulders — better than a backpack, which puts the stress right across the anterior nerve plexus for the shoulders, but — as we say about little yellow flames for bones — is, um, less than ideal.

I have tried every grocery cart conceived of in the last decade. The vibration on my hotwired palms is like hanging onto a working jackhammer covered in razorwire. (I don’t recommend doing that, however much you want to see what this is really like.)

I stared longingly at jogging strollers all year.

I designed my own grocery conveyance, priced the parts, and realized I had just designed a jogging stroller and it would cost about as much.

I haunted Craigslist and Freecycle for weeks, until an add for a Schwinn jogging stroller popped up.

Shows cupholder bracket affixed to handle of stroller

Is that a cushy push or what? ?

And, guess what, it has pockets! — I mean, cupholders! (Cupholders are definitely the pockets of non-clothing items, say I.)

For once, I kept myself from saying *just how much* this means to me and why, because who wants to hear sob stories, right? I handed over the very reasonable sum, thanked him 4 times but not nearly enough, and sailed away.

Even though my legs are starting up the burning bones awfully quick today, in every other respect I feel like I’m walking on air.

I can pick my own *groceries*! OMG!!! And *get them home* with minimal further damage! WOOHOOO!!

Life is good.

Thank goodness for that sweet family who let this go ❤, and for craigslist.org for linking our complementary needs.

Planning ahead

Isy / / adaptation, basics, brain care, critical thinking, food allergies, imp-possible, meds/drugs, radical presence/radical acceptance, self-care

I’m getting an allergy panel in a month or so. This means I have to be off my antihistamine for 5 days before.

THAT means I have to start tapering off ~2 weeks ahead of time; 3 weeks would be safer, but I don’t see how to endure over 3.5 weeks total with that level of obnoxious symptomatology and brittle physical fragility. 

That said, I *really* want the data.

You might ask, “Why?” (Or possibly, depending on how familiar you are with the twisted satire that is my health record, “WhyTF?? Are you *crazy*??” As if you didn’t already have a definite opinion about *that*! ?) 

Well, here goes…

Flash back to 2013

Years ago, under the tutelage of a late & very lamented friend who Knew Mast Cell Stuff like I know the back of my hands, I finally (in 2013) did my empirical testing around whether mast cell & histamine activation-like signs & symptoms I was struggling with, would respond to treatment. 

Step 1: reducing & eliminating competing problems

I had already gotten excellent neurological & biofeedback training, which worked well for many things (Go, Pain Psychologist Dr Faye Weinstein! I got tremendous and lasting benefits from my work with her. Highly recommended. “Stabilize, stabilize, stabilize.”) While I had excellent results from the neuro stabilization, it didn’t make much difference to the allergies, a particular “flavor” of brain fog, food & digestion issues, or the usual allergy circus of itching facial orifices & random urticaria.

The histological issues persisted most obnoxiously. This was 9 years ago when the mast cell activation diagnoses were not as well developed, and at a time that, though I had access to an enormous pool of well trained doctors, I was already up to my hip-waders in the maximum number of appointments I was able to keep. 

What do you think? Pursuing testing and inquiry into a set of issues that were still widely considered to be a matter of hysteria? — For a middle-aged woman with pain diseases and 60 extra pounds of weight, do you think *that* would have been a good use of my limited time? 

Smh!

So, I went empirical on it.

Two methods of science: “empirical” and “scientific” method

Both methods are scientific, in that they require diligent examination & limiting of variables as well as testing, retesting, and recording results accurately. 

(But hey, that nomenclature isn’t confusing, right? <eyeroll>)

It boils down to this: 

Empirical method: what works in this case in particular? 

Scientific method: what’s generally likely to work in many cases?

The empirical method of science is brilliant on a case-by-case basis, there’s nothing better; but avoid making assumptions beyond that case. The scientific method of science depends on hundreds, ultimately thousands, of cases, and from all those together, it generates statistical probabilities about what’s *likely* to work under certain circumstances as a general rule. It’s much more widely applied, but explicitly *not*  individualized.

This is why, as someone dealing with multiple rare issues, I test everything ~3 times on myself before deciding if it’s a good idea for my particular situation.

Now the next section will make more sense.

Right med, right dose, right time

I tried several antihistamines to see which one helped me the most. 

Then I experimented with dosing to see how much it took to get me functional most of the time. 

Then I experimented further with once-daily dosing, or dividing the dose in two and taking it twice daily. It had better results (and no “oog” feeling) if I took it twice a day.

In the end, I wound up on one of the top 3 meds for mast cell/histamine issues. I also wound up at the common dose for those with a solid case of Mast Cell Activation Disorder. (The twice-daily dosing was my own special twist, but I’ve since learned it’s not that uncommon among “masties”, as people with mast cell dysfunctions refer to themselves.)

Without any further ado, my doctors added MCAD to my list of diagnoses.

(As with every med and supplement, I continued testing it every 6 months or so, backing off the dose and looking for the minimum effective dose, but stopped doing this because of … we’ll get to that.)

But, frankly, a differential diagnosis doesn’t yield enough info to change anything causative. If I can nail specific allergens — or culprits — and receive treatments that can actually reverse this ghastly crap, that would be *great*!

So, I really want the data.

Histamines & tendon problems

I stopped trying to cut down on the antihistamines a couple of years ago, because I couldn’t bear any more injuries that threatened my mobility.

“Mobility? Huh??” I hear you ask.

One of the things the antihistamine helped with was tissue-tearing. I didn’t expect that, but was delighted not to be twisting my ankles on uneven ground or sudden jumps away from traffic, then having to crawl or scoot home because hopping on 1 foot when your tendons don’t work is a terrible idea.

As I thought about it, it made sense though…

Histology review:

Q: What happens when your histamines are active?

A: Among other things, inflammation in and around your cells.

Q: What happens when cells get inflamed?

A: Among other things, cell walls get weak and leaky.

Q: What happens when connective tissue cells get weak?

A: They tear more easily. 

Ah hah!

So, yeah, maybe MCAD could weaken my connective tissue after all — especially because, for one thing, I started out hyperflexible, which is a setup for these kinds of problems; and for another thing, the fibrosity of fibromyalgia has made my connective tissue more brittle & easier to tear.

Ducky! Another hat-trick! ??

Back to the testing

This is the test where they put a grid on your back and scratch or inject tiny amounts of different stuff into your skin. In about 20 minutes, whatever you’re going to react to should be a nice hot ruddy lump, technically a “wheal”. 

For this to happen, your body has to have nothing interfering with histamine reactions — in other words, no anti-histamines.

Since the antihistamine I wound up on has a long half-life, I have to be off it for 5 full days before testing.

Prepping for the test

Because going from full dose to no dose means I can barely get out of bed safely (see “Histamines & tendon problems” above), I have to taper down. I’ve done this before, usually to eke out my meds when my supply is running late. It’s familiar territory. 

Experience tells me that:

  • I have to taper at a rate of no more than 12.5% of my daily dose at a time.
  • I’m best off (in this terrible sitiation) stopping for 3 days at each new dose before the next step down.

This means that it would take 20 days to taper off to 0 (shorting the last step to 2 days instead of 3) *and then* 5 more days at 0.

Doing this with tissues crying, “Go on — tear me!” And every bite of food, breath of air, bit of furniture, bump in the sidewalk, or tussock of grass all giggling in evil tones (so to speak), eager to hear my muffled yells.

Yeah. Tasteless spoofing aside, that’s not a great situation to spend 3.5 weeks in.

Then, of course, as soon as I can horse down my meds again, it’ll be several days before I qualify as human.

Then, about another 1 to 3 weeks before I get back up to baseline function.

My Halloween costume will require very little makeup for me to pass as a zombie, so that’s one bonus.

What a month-and-a-half to look forward to!

Is all this really necessary?

Well… I really, *really* want the data. If this is at all reversible, wouldn’t that be worth a few weeks of howl-worthy endurance?

Obviously, yes… but I don’t think I could keep at it for over a month. I’m good at enduring, but I’ve got hard limits.

I really, *really* want the data.

Managing towards the best possible outcome 

My doc prescribed me some prednisone to take in order to avoid winding up in the hospital over this. I look at the results of my last round of prednisone — the change in my face and the truly shocking stretch marks (which made my dermatologists blanch and leap back, no kidding) — and I consider this truly last-ditch stuff. Beats nothing, I guess. It might keep me out of our ER.

There are dietary issues to consider. (What follows is a brain-dump from my years of querying doctors and reading, as well as my empirical food testing.)

Food matters: boost the signal

I know that the system being tested (mine) can respond more truthfully if it’s familiar with the molecule being tested. For instance, I haven’t eaten gluten in years, so this test might possibly come up negative to that. 

Doesn’t mean that, the next time I walk past a bakery without my mask on, I won’t get an itchy swollen throat and everything won’t turn white for a bit, it just means my body had enough of a break to stand down, and will need to re-arm.

With that in mind, I might grab a couple of saltines before I go in. If I could calm the gluten circus enough to just be safer walking around, that would be awesome.

Food matters: reduce the noise

I’m getting off the aged and fermented food, because that makes such a dramatic difference in my pain and swelling. This includes seafood and beef and anything packaged (look up what creates histamine in food).

Despite that, I’m making exceptions for things which I want to make sure my body has experienced in the month before testing — nuts, bananas, stone fruit, fish, grains in addition to glutinous ones, even beans — although that’ll be a period of gastroparesis hell, but this system must not be “bean-naïve” for the test.

Because I really, *really*, REALLY want the data. This is the kind of info that could change the course of my life for the better. 

For that, I can get through some serious struggle. 

Ramping down steeper

I’m going to go down 12.5% of my dose every 2 days, instead of 3. This will shorten the ramp-time to 2 weeks. Recovery might be a little longer, but I can maintain attention on what I’m doing this for, for that length of time. 

Until then, I’ve got a lot of cooking to do and a freezer to stuff with things that 

  1. Won’t hurt me more than absolutely necessary, and
  2. Will include exactly what I think I need to be exposed to, to maximize the value of the test. 

If you’re in a similar situation, remember that your mileage may vary. Ask your own docs, and then ask their nurses the same questions.

The differences in the answers tend to reflect the wholism that nurses work with, a nitty-gritty pragmatism that rounds out the more optimistic notional-ness that doctors can succumb to. Both views matter.

For only the second time in my life, I might do actual menu planning. I’m usually more of a “what’s fresh? What’s cheap? What’s safe? What’s appealing? Throw it in the pan” kind of cook, but that takes brain. I’d like to insulate myself from a potentially very brain-free near future and reduce my frustration over the coming month. Having easy-to-grab, safely frozen meals sounds fabulous.

Here’s my plan…

The grocery order just arrived, so if you’ll excuse me…