How much can you take, before you break?

2 weeks ago, I felt normal(ish) for the first time in months.
I had hope.  I felt relief.
It all came crashing down.

I have a rash all over my body again (and nausea, vomiting, light headedness and digestive issues). The ER doctor didn't think it is a relapse of DRESS Syndrome, but thinks it may be a viral infection.  I have to wait for antibody test results to come back.

My liver enzymes are up, after being steadily in the ideal zone for over a month.  This means I had to go back on a higher dose of prednisone.  The ER doctor only bumped me up to 10mg/day (already my blood sugar is pissed off at me again), I will know once I see the dermatologist if I have to go up more.

The 3 months until I'm off prednisone is slipping away... so it my ability to remain sane.

You can only remain strong for so long.  I keep reminding myself that last January, when I had my really bad MS relapse, I didn't think I could deal with it... but I did.  In July when I developed DRESS Syndrome, I didn't think I could deal with it... but I did.  When I got steroid induced diabetes, wild mood swings, a moon face, a hump on my back, I didn't think I could deal with it... but I did.

So why don't I think I can deal with this much longer?

With MS I get breaks.  Things go back to not being so horrible. Sometimes not as good as they were before, but a break from the mental and physical exhaustion that comes with a relapse.  I don't get that break with this... I get gradual, slow progressions of kind of, sort of being a bit better... and then it all gets screwed up some how.

I just want a break from everything, before I break.

The end is not near...

What would you sacrifice for knowledge?

Your social life?
Your extracurriculars?

Yes my heart whispers... yes.


The end is no longer near.  For my sanity I'm glad I found that out now, and not before.  It has been 4 months of hell.  It feels like longer... and there's three more to come.  That means I'm BARELY halfway there.  The end is not near.  The worst is most likely over though.  I cling onto that hope.

There is a lot I would sacrifice for knowledge, but I can't let my health become one of them.   This semester was rough, and I know it's because I did more than I should have.  My schoolwork slipped because I piled on other things, and my body couldn't handle it all.

Next semester I need to do better... I need to be better.

I will sacrifice more of my social life, and more of my extracurricular activities, because I don't want to sacrifice my classes.  I am really looking forward to them.  School is a constant that keeps me sane.

Winter is coming, the roughest time of the year for me.  For my physical health and my mental health, and fear is starting to build... going into it with the fragility of both, makes me weary.

Three more months... three more months until I'm normal again... if normal can ever happen.

The end is near...

Peaks and valleys of health... of emotions... the end seems almost in sight, but I'm too scared to be hopeful.

I'm trying to make plans.  Plans for Christmas, plans for next summer.  I found out about the GESIS Summer School in Survey Methodology in Cologne, Germany.  They have some amazing courses.  They're geared towards Masters and PhD students, and researchers,  but there are some courses that I can take... that I want to take (if next year is similar to this past year).  The fees are decently reasonable ($100-$250 euros per course), it's the getting there and staying there that is going to be costly.  I'm going to apply to every bursary I can find next semester, and save up as much as I can in the summer.  I think the knowledge will help me out a lot in my future career, and projects in Grad school, and it would be an amazing experience.

I still have this fear that it's all going to go to hell.  The past few months have taught me to be afraid.  I don't like it.  When I was diagnosed with MS in 2006 I gained a sense of freedom... which may sound silly, but I had spent several years prior being afraid of what was wrong with me, the knowledge of finding out what was wrong granted me a sense of freedom and relief. I realized that I needed to do things, to not let the world hold me back.  To not be afraid.  I've done things that I wanted to do, that scared me, over the years... with some restrictions... there is no jumping off bridges or out of planes, that's a fear that has no rewards for me.  I travelled by myself on several occasions, went to university, moved halfway across the country, to place where I didn't know anyone... these all came with great rewards.

These past few months though... there's so much fear.  Fear of being sick, fear of being hurt, fear of everything.  Even mundane things... it's like I'm on autopilot of letting things control and restrict me.   I'm hoping it's a side effect of the prednisone, and once I'm finally off it, that I might be okay again.  I need to be okay again.  I know I'll never be the same... but I need to be okay.

Writing is helping.  This blog.  I've also done 2 guest blog posts where I review teas for a local tea company:

http://www.ladybakersteatrolley.com/fallisintheair/

http://www.ladybakersteatrolley.com/holiday-season-is-here/

Their teas are friggen fantastic.

15mg... I'm on 15mg of prednisone for 2 weeks, then 10mg for 2 weeks... then hopefully tapered off completely shortly after that.  The end is in sight... I want my body back.  I want my body to have a break from being pumped full of all these medications.

Who are you?

You're so bright, so beautiful,
I long for you to tell me everything is alright
But the battle isn't over yet
I look at you and see a stranger
I have known you for so long
No one knows you better
But who are you now?
You rebel against the norms
Fighting, challenging them,
For what?
To be someone whose eyes I can't meet?
I try to adapt, because I so desperately want you near
The changes that have come made you so different
I know you well enough to know that I don't know you anymore.
My hand caresses your skin, so pale, so thin, so cold
I don't know this touch
Your eyes are hard and empty.
You take me on this rollercoaster ride of emotions
and I fight to hold on
You know I never liked amusement parks
Every time I look at you, I wonder if it will be my last
I want it to be the last.
I want to go back to the way we were,
The relationship we had
When you were predictable
When we had an understanding
When we took care of each other
When I wasn't afraid of you.
I want to go back to the time when I loved my body... instead of being afraid of it.

Losing

Gasping for air
Unable to breath
Nowhere to turn
Spinning
Dizzy
Falling
I catch myself
I brace myself
Waves washing over me
Shaking
Shattering
Crashing
Sitting on the floor in the bathroom
Unable to move
Tears streaming down my face
Weak
Broken
Defeated
I can't find my breath
I can't live like this
I can't be like this

One step forward, two steps back... aka clusterf*ck.

I'm not dead... so there's that.  Yay looking on the positive side of things.

I woke up this morning with a very important realization... (thank you dream!)

I have been screwing up my medication for the past 2 weeks.

I was supposed to go from 50, to 40 to 30... and be on 30mg/day this week, for my prednisone.

I went from 50 to 20 to 15, because the pills I somehow got into my head (I don't know HOW, I've been taking them as to "top ups" since the beginning) were 10mgs are actually 5mgs.  I KNOW prednisone doesn't exist in 10s.  I've told people that.  I know that I have a bottle full of 5s... I used them when I was on 120mg to make up the 20, 80 and 60 to make up the difference between the 50s and it... yet somehow when I dropped below 50, my brain decided that 4 of them equalled 40 and 3 of them equalled 30.

On the plus side of things (other than not being dead, because apparently dropping off so quickly when you've been on a high dose for so long can be super dangerous), my random high blood pressure, random weird blood sugars I've been having super high morning blood sugars that just randomly started at the end of last week, and I've had days where I've gone from 6.0 to 24.3 to 4.6... my body doesn't know what it's doing.  I also have been exhausted all the time, even sleeping 12 or 14hrs isn't enough, and I have been extremely forgetful... more so than normal, and to the point it was causing me concern.

My doctor who is on maternity leave right now had me come into her office shortly after I called to say "what do I do??" (I emailed my nurse when I woke up and she suggested I call the doctor's office first to see if there was a way to get ahold of her).   I got blood work done as well, and I think they may have blown my vein.  It really hurts still and they didn't get blood out of it.

Essentially though, I wasted the last 2 weeks, because I go back on 40mg tomorrow, and then start the tapering schedule all over again (because clearly my body is not okay with the fast taper)

I also now have to be careful of my blood pressure because it might try to regulate itself, and I'm on medication to help lower your blood pressure... so I could get lows.

Ahh.

This is such an interesting journey.

On the fun side of things, I wrote a guest blog for a local tea company that has AMAZING teas.  It was really fun.  I like doing tea reviews :D

Mini breakdowns and new perspectives

Last night I had a mini breakdown.

I thought, and verbalized (sort of), while sobbing uncontrollably,  that I don't know why I was allowed to survive DRESS Syndrome, only to be given all of the issues I'm going through now and that I was so tired of dealing with it.

After a few hours of on and off crying.  I went to sleep.

This morning I woke up with a new perspective, perhaps because it's Thanksgiving (well technically tomorrow is, but a lot of people celebrate today).

One thing I've struggled with is adding another year to my program.  I keep telling myself I'm okay with it, I keep telling other people I am okay with it.  But I wasn't.   I think maybe I am now.

I recognize that I could not have completed 6 courses this semester... or maybe I could have, but not with good marks.  I don't have the energy, I have too many doctor's appointments, there's too much that's still wrong.

I also realized that if I HAD gone with the 6 courses, I would not have taken Disability Studies, which I absolutely love, and I think will benefit me both personally, and academically in the future.  It's giving me a lot of new perspectives on a lot of things, especially disabilities.   It's kind of funny (not in a ha-ha way),  I haven't even really thought about the fact I have MS in the past couple of months.  Even when my hands bother me I associate it with neuralgia, not with MS (although it's the MS that causes the neuralgia).

I also get to take other cool courses, there's a Distance Ed course at Laurentian that I want to take, that I can take next semester if I want, and get credit for.   There's the possibility of a Gender & Sexuality course that I really want to take being offered next year.

If I'm going to be here for another year, I want to expand my knowledge and gain more perspective... I want to build the strongest base for going into my Masters possible, but I also want to learn for me... because I don't know what the future holds, so I want to be happy right now.

It's sometimes hard to be happy, especially when it seems like everything is out to make your life difficult, when there's rocky roads all over the place... It is reinforcing the fact that I actively do things in life that make me happy.  I need to not do things in life that stress me out.

I'm thankful for the mini-breakdown.  I'm thankful that it didn't overwhelm me or break me completely, and I'm thankful that I've gained a new perspective, and reinforced some previous thoughts.