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Running on E


I remember at one point not all that long ago having this mysterious substance called energy. I think I got a hole in my fuel tank because energy is a very rare commodity. Today my BIG, HUGE accomplishment was getting dressed and going to the store Right Next To my apartment building. It is so close I can see the back of the store from my window. I managed to roll there, with a stop to rest once I got inside the store, and get basics to stock my cupboards and fridge for the next few days. Coming home was easier because the rear driveway of the store is a HUGE slant, and the very best part of the exhausting trip. I perch at the top of what is basically a launching ramp and check carefully for traffic on the side street at the bottom. Thankfully this is small town Michigan, so traffic is rare and I can spot any vehicles easily. Then I eek my chair out over the edge of the driveway and throw my arms up in the air. At the bottom of the downward trajectory is a double bump of curb and pothole that adds some serious air time. I usually come to a stop somewhere in the middle of the road, although I have made it completely across the road before. This feat scares the dust out of the mainly elderly population that happens to witness it. So, anyway, by the time I arrived home I had used all of today's supply of energy and more than likely a good share of tomorrow's. There are many dishes in the sink waiting to be washed, and the floors need to be vacuumed and mopped (hint, that takes many days to accomplish and I may be seeking assistance with that as it eats up about a week of energy), and I am too tired to do anything about it. Not sleepy tired - although I did crash with some weird system errors earlier (I was violently shivering, freezing cold, every muscle hurt, and I was groggy) and took a nap then- but physically exhausted to the point that I can feel the weight of my eyelashes tired.
Here is a good example of tired. My blood sugar crashed this evening, and I was in the kitchen fumbling to mix up a protein powder that I keep for when I don't feel good enough to eat. I was having trouble opening the new milk jug, so I placed the half gallon container between my knees (now would be a good time to point out that my knees rotate inward with spasticity) to hold it and then firmly twisted the lid. Apparently my knees were applying significant force to the jug because I created a milk fountain. After a few choice and creative curse words, I looked at the large puddle on the floor and looked at my pajama pants which were already wet. I then stripped off my pajama pants and tossed them on top of the milk puddle and let them soak up the mess. I was too tired to go get a towel, or to dig under the sink for a roll of paper towels. I was then too tired and shaky to go get new pajamas, so I wore nothing but a t-shirt until the next time I went into my bedroom for medicine and then I snagged a dry pair of pants. The shakiness is gone thanks to the milk protein drink, and my soaked pajama pants are spending the night in the bathtub until laundry day tomorrow when I will pay a little extra to the wonderful woman who does my laundry for having to deal with stale milk smelling pajamas.
My BIG goal for tomorrow? I am running out of dishes, so I think I need to wash at least a few of those so I have some plates and bowls to eat from.
2 comments:

I feel your pain... I do understand not having the energy to lift even a finger to flick a bugger(sp?) anyway... I wish I was closer I'd send my Jessica to help out, she'd LOVE to hang with you-- since you are cooler than me.! With your hotpink/skulls shoes!


Like Stacey I wish I could push some resources your way. You are so good at describing your life - hoping your words get to more people. When you go to Terri's carnival entry, scroll to find her post on the disability carnivals - an interesting community. Barbara

(When you have energy for scrolling, that is. Ahem.)


Job 8:21

"He will fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy."



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I am a thirty year old enigma who has defied every expectation ever placed upon me and refused every definition created for me. My greatest passion in life is to make a difference in the lives of children with special needs and their families. As a special education teacher I broke all of the unwritten rules to make sure that my kids received the services they needed and had a right to receive. I have never been so proud to be reprimanded before in my life. Now, due to unpredictable twists in life, I am learning first hand what life is like when you rely upon a wheelchair for mobility. I am a medical puzzle with the pieces slowly being identified and put together, and my medical bills alone could fund a small nation. It takes a village to keep me alive. :) However, I am not defined by the genetic misspellings. I am a teacher, a daughter, an aunt, a friend, a dreamer, a reader, an amateur photographer, a writer, an advocate, a star gazer, a world changer. I am stubborn, situationally shy, quick to use humor and wit to make others laugh or cope with a situation, sarcastic, fiercely independent, giving, compassionate (sometimes to a fault), protective of those I love, defiant of arbitrary boundaries, perfectionistic, self conscious, self assured (yes you can be both!), articulate and occasionally dramatic. And that is just what I could fit in two sentences! :)

Who's On First, What's On Second, I Don't Know! (Third Base!!)*

Simple Vocabulary Definitions for those who may not speak fluent medical :)

Undiagnosed Progressive Neurological Disorder- This is the diagnosis that is believed to make everything else fit together. It explains my frequent infections, my muscle weakness and dystonia, my dysautonomia, my cardiac issues, my inability to regulate blood pressure, my dysphagia, my ataxia, my severe fatigue, my extreme nausea, my gastrointestinal dysmotility and IBS like syndrome, my unbelievable migraines, my sensory changes in my arms and legs, my vision issues, my hearing loss (so much for blaming medication), and so much more. Going back to infancy and childhood, this would explain the severe apnea, the significantly delayed motor skills, the reason why I could never keep up with my peers in physical activities, the neurogenic bladder, the malfunctioning thyroid, and my frequent illnesses and vomiting. This is the diagnosis now being used since the DNA testing for Mitochondrial Disease came back odd and I can not afford the expenses of a workup at the Mayo Clinic. We are treating symptomatically.

Pan-Dysautonomia- "Pan" means that it impacts many different systems of my body, "dysautonomia" is a failure of my autonomic nervous system or the part of my brain that does all of the automatic things that do not require conscious thought like telling your heart to beat, regulating your blood pressure, adjusting your body temperature, maintaining balance in space, digesting food, hunger and thirst, etc. It is believed that I have had this from birth based upon my history of symptoms, including severe life threatening apnea as an infant, but the cause remains elusive at this time

Dystonia- abnormal muscle tone and spasticity, including painful spasms, that primarily impacts my feet and lower legs and is now starting to be a problem in my back

Ataxia- difficulty maintaining balance and coordinating/executing movements

Dysphagia- difficulty swallowing due to any number of causes including muscle weakness and poor muscle coordination

Adipsia- the absence of a sense of thirst



Other Medical Issues- Lupus Anticoagulant (autoimmune disease that causes me to tend to form blood clots and has already caused two deep vein blood clots and one mild stroke), Migraines, unknown connective tissue disorder, abnormal gastric motility, allergies, history of v-tach and severe sinus tachycardia, changes to my echocardiagram that include leaking valves and a new murmur, low blood pressure, ataxia, untreated PFO (small hole in my heart that increases the risk of stroke), chronic lymphadema in my left arm, Hashimoto's Thyroiditis, Narcolepsy/Idiopathic CNS Hypersomnolance (believed to be a result of the dysautonomia and my brain's inability to regulate the sleep/wake cycle), mild hearing loss, malformed optic nerves, polycystic ovarian syndrome, pernicious anemia, vitamin deficiencies


* Title comes from an old Abbot and Costello routine that I chose to memorize in 6th grade and absolutely love.
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