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My journey into Fibromyalgia and ME

I don't talk about my chronic illness nearly enough - well, not enough to help other Spoonies out. I'm sure well people may think I bang on about Fibromyalgia and ME allll the time, but considering my health shapes everything, I should/could share a lot more.

A lot of the questions I've had over the years are about my earliest symptoms and how I got diagnosed. I'm going to talk about my initial symptoms, and I'll talk about my road to diagnosis in another post. I'm going to make all the symptoms bold so they're easy to pick out. 
It was 2007, summer leading into autumn, and at first it was little niggling things that built up week by week and gave no clue of what was to come. Recurrent headaches, dizzy spells on looking upward or turning over in bed, a sore throat all the time, motion sensitivity (a short car ride would make me feel very nauseous), being extra sensitive to strong smells, bright lights, loud noises etc. In September 2007 James and I went on holiday - we'd booked to stay in a caravan park 4 miles outside of Torquay so we could walk miles into town and back every day. I was already pretty fit, but was obsessed with being smaller back then, and wanted to do this walking holiday to shift some pounds. A couple of days into the holiday it became apparent that I couldn't walk like I had done before. I felt awful all the time, and cried with fatigue a couple of times as we walked into town as I really felt like I couldn't go on.  I thought I'd be all right after a few days if I took it easy. It got no better during the holiday, and I felt really frightened as I knew this wasn't me at all. I went back to work and things got worse and worse. I was exhausted all the time and would get home from work and crawl under the covers fully clothed and sob as I felt so helpless. I went from someone who worked 9 hour days on my feet, walked 25-30 miles a week, who had a busy social life and who would come home to cook and do housework, to a shadow of my former self. I didn't want to eat, all I wanted to do was sleep, but insomnia was my new pal. I felt absolutely wretched.

Then my brain started to be affected. I was an administrator in charge of large sums of money and I started to lose the ability to add up. I was confused all the time, where previously I'd multitasked like a mofo. A simple task took me 4 times as long as usual. I was under a huge amount of stress already as I'd been doing 2 people's job roles for 9 months, and then in November I was punched by a customer and got negligible support from my bosses. They didn't even bother to check the CCTV for 3 days to see who'd done it. In many ways this was the final straw, and just two months after the assault I'd walked out of my job, never to return. I didn't even recognise myself any more. All my sparkle had gone. I'd never walked out of a job in my life, let alone one with so much responsibility, but in my naivety I thought I just needed a couple of weeks of rest and I'd start job hunting again.

Except even rested I felt no better. By this time I'd developed IBS which went along with the daily headaches, dizzy spells, mental confusion, sensitivity to smells, light and noises, sore throat, and exhaustion.

Less than a year after my symptoms first began, in April it was my birthday and James and I went to Brighton for a day out with my ex colleagues. We had lunch, explored Brighton and in the evening saw Omid Djalili. Sounds great, right? Except it felt like my legs were being ripped off my body and I spent most of the day in tears trailing 100 yards behind everyone else. I couldn't really lift my legs up, but had to drag them along the floor slowly and very painfully. When we retired to our hotel room that night James had to lift my legs into bed for me as every tiny muscle movement made me cry out in pain. I woke up the next morning and had had a night sweat so great I'd saturated the bedding and mattress and was soaking wet. I went to the doctors the next day and to his credit he jumped to it and ordered up a bunch of blood tests and gave me a thorough physical examination. His first thought was Sarcoidosis as there were markers up in my blood which couldn't be explained, and a battery of hospital tests were undertaken. By this time I'd started having other problems like sore eyes, difficulty breathing, a nasty red rash on my shins, a red rash across my nose and cheeks, widespread pain (as well as the someone's-trying-to-rip-my-legs-out-of-my-hip-socket feeling) and more drenching sweats, even on minimal exertion. Depression and anxiety disorder soon followed as my ability to take part in my own life shrank by the day. I grew agorophobic as I was often limping with pain and felt terribly vulnerable outside the house on my own. Every day I felt like I had the symptoms of a cold. My balance was terrible.

By 2009 I was terribly allergic to hair dye (a friend had to rush me round antihistamines for hair dye allergy to halt anaphylaxis after doing an inner elbow sensitivity test as my throat was swelling shut) and my conditions affected everything from what clothes and shoes I could wear, which food and drink I could consume and which environments I could be in. Busy, noisy, bright places were hell. Falls were commonplace, and in 2010 alone I had 6 major injuries - 2 back injuries, an achilles heel injury and more. I also passed out a couple of times through sheer fatigue. The pain - so many different types of pain. Burning pains, stabbing pains, throbbing, long lancing pains, deep aches, cramps. Pain everywhere from head to foot, especially after exertion. A long walk would leave me exhausted for days. Adding stress to exertion would wipe me out for weeks. When we moved in 2008 I did the packing slowly over weeks and did barely any lifting at all on the day, but was wiped out on the sofa for 3 weeks afterwards barely able to feed or look after myself. By about 2009 I'd also developed bladder problems too - urge incontinence related to my menstrual cycle, extreme pain after eating/drinking certain things (possibly interstitial cystitis), dry skin everywhere, constant infections - styes, throat infections, chest infections, UTIs, conjunctivitis. There was no part of my body not affected, no task I might undertake not altered. My life as I knew it was over, and I was still undiagnosed and desperately needing a name to call the beasts that ailed me, but I had to wait 4 long years for that.

There are many more symptoms and I'm sure I've missed out many, as new ones come along all the time.

These are my experiences. Every person's experience with chronic illness is different. The trouble with chronic illnesses like Fibro, ME, types of arthritis, lupus, MS, Sarcoidosis etc etc is that MANY of the symptoms are shared by ALL of these conditions. It's often a long, exhausting, miserable process of elimination to be diagnosed, and that's without institutionalised bigotry as I experienced on my journey to diagnosis for existing in a fat body.

If you have any questions feel free to ask and I'll help however I can, but my advice is no substitute for a consultation with a doctor.

Thanks for reading,
L xoxo

I'll talk about my road to diagnosis in another post. 

Life Lately

Hello peeps,

I thought I'd do a little update post as I've been on more highs and lows than a rollercoaster in the last couple of weeks.

First the good stuff - as many of you know a couple of weekends ago I was in London seeing lots of lovely bloggers at the Curvy Kate event (blog post coming up on that soon), spending time with my in laws including my baby niece, and being fitted for an off the peg dress by up and coming designer Alicia Berkeley. I also had a photoshoot with Jim Hawkins. This was all wonderful!

Photo by Jim Hawkins. Horrible fly away hair by me!



This weekend my dad, brother, aunt and older niece came down to visit for the day, which was lovely.

I'm having a Fibromyalgia flare up at the moment which means life is kicking my butt. The insomnia is crippling. I feel nauseous and headachey constantly. I can barely clean my teeth without throwing up. I'm choking on food, drink, and my own saliva. My IBS has been so bad I've given up bread and diet coke/pepsi entirely as I'm sick of feeling like my skin is going to tear from the swelling. My eyes are so sensitive that the steam from washing up or boiling vegetables on the cooker makes my eyes stream until it's too painful to have them open at all. Being out in the cold has the same effect, and as there isn't enough of the moisturiser in my tears they sting like I'm rubbing salt into cuts, which makes me cry more. Vicious circle. It's 3 degrees C at the moment and I'm sitting here under a blanket with the window wide open to stop my eyes from being gits.

So to cut a long story short I feel absolutely awful. Laying in bed for 6 or 7 hours waiting for sleep (no matter how exhausted I am) is quite possibly the biggest torment of all.

I had plans for lots more Christmas related posts to point people in the right direction for Christmas pretties but my focus right now has to be surviving. I'm making a point of eating lots of fruit and veg (and drinking loads of water) even though I feel sick and don't want to eat at all. It's scary how quickly everything goes to shit. Already I can't contemplate much more of this. Ho hum!

As ever putting on some makeup, taking a bunch of selfies and then taking the make up off before my eyes start feeling like they've got bleach in them is helping me cope. That and Spotify, which I've recently fallen back in love with so I've been listening to music and singing my heart out every day to cheer myself up.

Things I have not been doing - anything to do with Christmas except buying things I can't afford to try to cheer myself up fill up the yawning emptiness in me. There's no Christmas tree up yet, but my overdraft is WAAAAAAY up.


Other happenings...

I've been buying nice underwear for MYSELF since James doesn't appreciate it. (He prefers me nekkid!)

This my friends is a moon selfie. You take a photo down a toilet roll centre & pretend you're the moon. How crooked was my septum ring?!

One of the last shots before the ball fell off my septum ring, never to be seen again.....

Wearing my polar bear jumper

I bought another Lady V London polka dot dress in the sale for my next shoot with Jim Hawkins

My older niece, the fashionista!

I bloody LOVE this Crown & Glory woodland-does-Xmas crown from this month's Glitterati box



I'm also wearing my new septum ring (with pointy ends) in the photo above. Another septum healing post is coming up soon. Changing the jewellery has made it a bit sorer than it had been in a while but generally it's fuss free now. I'm so glad I had it done.

That's about all from me.

I hope life is treating you well. What have you been up to? Lemme live vicariously through you!

Leah xoxo

Fibromyalgia, IBS and white bread

Hello loveys,

For as long as I've had Fibromyalgia, I've also had IBS. It was one of my first symptoms, and it still occasionally gives me hell today. Gradually I've worked out the things which upset it, the biggest of which is white bread.

I've mentioned before in the past how huge my stomach gets when I've eaten white bread, but because I'm usually smart enough to save myself the pain of eating it (and God, does it hurt if I'm stupid enough to have it a few times within the same week) I've never actually taken photos as evidence. I had a theory that if I had white bread toasted somehow it wouldn't affect me as badly, but this was proved as absolute bunkum a couple of weeks ago. James and I went to stay with his parents in London for the weekend and I forgot to take my bread, so I had white bread toasted a couple of times over the weekend. I knew I was really bloated at the time, but I didn't realise how much so until I took photos on the Monday and compared them to the ones I took the Thursday before. Here they are.


Thursday is on the left, Monday is on the right. I'm sure you'll agree I look like I'm about to give birth in the Monday photo.

White bread is absolutely a poison for me, but knowing it and seeing it are too different things. Now I can see how ridiculous the damage to my body is when I eat it, it has totally put me off. A moment's pleasure isn't worth the lasting bloating.

While I'm here I thought I'd mention some things which also aggravate my IBS.

  • dairy, especially cows milk
  • marmalade, except ginger marmalade
  • oranges and other sharp citrus
  • anything fatty
  • raw onions
  • caffeine and alcohol (it also affects my bladder)
  • sweeteners
What I've changed to make life easier on myself:

  • I have soya or rice milk, soya spread (a new change for me) and suffer for cheese but I'm not giving it up!
  • Don't eat marmalade except delicious ginger marmalade on brown, wholemeal or granary bread
  • Only eat satsumas - oranges are too sharp for my sensitive tum
  • Avoid fatty meals - there's a Chinese buffet in town and it's the worst thing for me to eat there
  • Cook my onions
  • I don't drink much alcohol (probably once a month) and limit myself to 1-2 cups of tea a day and 1 can of diet coke
  • I use agave nectar in my tea which doesn't aggravate my bladder or bowel

I'm not going to go too much into the gory details of IBS but the things I tend to experience if I eat the wrong food (or not enough of the right ones) are VERY sudden diarrhoea, terrible constipation (often the two will cycle from one to the other), bloating, wind, stabbing pains and churning sensations like I have a velociraptor in my stomach. Getting enough fruit and veg and plenty of water is really important, and if I do get constipated, it's wise for me to cram in loads of fruit and veg and drink extra water.

Do you have IBS? How have you dealt with it?

Thanks for reading.
Leah xoxo

Chronic illness and consistency

Hello pickles,

One of the most annoying things about chronic illness for me is the lack of consistency it brings to my life. I feel better in myself when I eat well and take gentle exercise, but there are vast periods of time when that just isn't possible.

Generic past 'healthy' meal photo for the purposes of having a photo in this blog entry.


It's ironic that when I need nutrients most of all, I'm least likely to be able to take care of myself. I've just come out of a couple of months where I haven't juiced anything at all, and have basically lived off of pre-packaged salads and other quick fixes. About a week ago, despite feeling like hell I decided I was going to start cooking again and make a concerted effort to cram in as much fruit and veg as possible, as well as drinking plenty of water.

I'm not looking for 'good fatty' approval, nor am I here to moralise about food choices. When I eat lots of fruit and veg I have more energy, I sleep better, my IBS is less problematic and I feel slightly better in myself.

As much as I'm tempted to all gung ho and promise myself this is the new me, I know at some point through choice or necessity I'm going to overdo it physically again (or have a mental health slump) and then I'll be thrown into months of not being able to take care of myself properly again. Last time my family stayed with us I took loads of exercise, and I felt bloody fantastic for a couple of days afterwards. And then the fatigue set in - not sleeping properly even though I'm exhausted, getting up and feeling the need to sit down as soon as I've cleaned my teeth as it has wiped me out. Going hungry as I don't have the energy to eat, and when I do having some pre-packaged shit or a sandwich. Not cooking anything beyond the occasional bacon sandwich for weeks on end, and feeling shit about it.

So what to do? What is there to do?! I can fight against it, making myself even more ill through stress, or I can try to accept there are times when it's too hard to take good care of myself. The thing is that when I feel so low and devoid of energy, it's beyond me to think about rustling up a quick omelette or beans on toast. EVERYTHING feels like too much effort. I simply can't brain looking after myself. The fatigue is all-encompassing, mentally and physically, and it's hard to explain to those who are well. I can best describe it as feeling as if you are under siege.

By far the most annoying thing for me about Fibromyalgia and CFS/ME is never feeling I can to do enough to make a difference. I can only take care of myself when things are going well, and that's not very often.

Gentle hugs to my fellow spoonies battling to do what's right for you but not having the spoons to do it.

Thanks for reading.
Leah xoxo

Outfit August Round Up//Catch up

Hiya lovelies!

I've been a bit quiet for a couple of days but I'm back with an Outfit August round up post and a general catch up. I did 16 OA outfits in total - not as many as I'd hoped.

Which one is your fave? I really like the monochrome chevrons, the galaxy dress, the animal peplum, the checkerboard skirt and the duster jacket. The only one I really didn't like is in the 3rd collage down, the black maxi with the leopard print hat. It needed more somehow.





So, what have I been up to? Recovering from Plus North, mainly. I've been taking ages to get to sleep at night and sleeping well into the afternoon, which sucks as the hours of daylight we're getting are diminishing by the day and if anything I need to programme myself to get up earlier, not later.

On Friday I went to the Yours Clothing store opening day in Ashford, which was really good but very tiring. I met Katt for the first time and got to see loads of beautiful new things, as well as have a good ol' natter with the other customers in the long queue to pay. (I think everyone who went into the store bought something - the tills were inundated!) I've never met such a friendly bunch of people in a shop queue before. It was brilliant! I'll have a post dedicated to that coming up within the next few days with loads of photos and all the goss. I also picked up a new dress, my bad, post wearing that to follow. Beans on toast for 2 weeks for me, eep. :)

You know I said I was going to talk a bit more about my health with regards to Fibromyalgia and CFS/ME? Here we go...

The travel to and from Ashford was very tiring and left me in a lot of pain. I was really anxious to the point of almost having a panic attack (public transport isn't my favourite thing!) and I didn't stop sweating copiously and shaking from nerves until after I got home. When I got back to my local train station I was so fatigued I had to lean on a lamp post for support until my cab came as I couldn't balance on my own. When I got indoors I was in so much pain I was nearly in tears. I got straight into bed and fell asleep once I'd got as comfortable as I was going to get. Trying to sleep when you're in lots of pain is no fun, as I'm sure you all have experienced at some time or another.

I woke up about 90 minutes later with such a sore throat I could barely talk and massive cramps in my legs and back. I felt - to be frank - like hammered shit. I knew I would end up feeling terrible but I still went because I can't be a hermit all the time. But every time I do something - no matter how insignificant it would seem to a 'normal' person - I have to pay the price afterwards. I'll be feeling the effects of that little outing for days.

All I did was travel on a train, walk for about 15 mins from the station to the shop, do some shopping, sit in a cafe with Katt for a natter and came home again. I was out of the house for about 7 hours in all, so it's not even as long as a normal working day for most people. This for me is what I call a 'big day out' as I know the effects will last for days after the event. Every action is weighed up carefully. Is doing xyz worth the pain it will cause me?

It's not just that. I can feel my mind slowing down when I'm out in public. It's like I'm thinking through the mental equivalent of quicksand. I can't remember a lot of what went on at Plus North, and when I'm having conversations with people I lose my thread half way through a sentence and end up looking like a dumb arse. I can feel the speed I talk at slowing down as I desperately try to remember what the hell I was saying 3 words beforehand. Loud noises, bright lights, people rushing past me in a public place....it's all too much for a Fibromyalgia and CFS/ME brain so it shuts down to cope. I can't talk and walk at the same time, or do anything else for that matter. It's like I used to be a super-computer able to hold loads of data and do loads of tasks at the same time and now I'm a floppy disk. Most of the time I don't load. ;)

I second guess myself all the time. Have I met this person before and forgot about it? Have I said hello to this person already at Plus North? Will they think I'm a effing idiot if I introduce myself again? It isolates me. I hate it, so sometimes I stay quiet when I really don't want to.

Honestly, I leave the house about once a week on a good week, and most of the time it's with James, in the car. Every time I'm out of the house, especially if there are a lot of people about, it's total war on my senses. It's exhausting mentally and physically. I crave quiet and love being out in the countryside with only birds to listen to. I'm on my own all day on the weekdays and still need to stay up on my own for a couple of hours after James goes to bed to decompress from a few hours of talking to him.

Sometimes I need to do things to remind me how bad things are, because believe it or not I'm an optimist and I keep thinking I'm better off than I am, and then I beat myself up constantly for alllll the bad days I've been having lately. Sometimes I need to be reminded of my limitations. So, there's a silver lining in every cloud (or, as I nearly just typed there's a silver cloud in every lining. Ha!)

Wow, I feel better for getting that out. :D 

Thanks for reading!
Leah xoxo

Fibromyalgia and travelling

Hiya me dears!

I thought I'd do a little series of 'How I deal with....' posts to do with everyday experiences with Fibromyalgia.

Today I want to talk about how I deal with travelling. This is quite apt as today I'm travelling to Plus North, which is at least a 5 hour car journey.

TIPS FOR TRAVELLING WITH FIBROMYALGIA


Buses

Buses and I are not friends. Jerky movements, standing up in the aisles, getting bounced about, it all adds up to an unhappy time for me. Given a choice of walking or catching a bus, I would always walk, even if I'm in pain. I have poor muscle control so 'putting on the toe brakes' like you do on public transport to stop you falling over is totally ineffective for me. Not many people would be happy about me landing in their laps or standing on their toes, plus the heat, noise and general sensory overload of being on a crowded bus would likely make me extremely nauseous, so it's best if I avoid buses for my sake and everyone else's.

Trains

I can do trains. They go mostly in straight lines (roundabouts make me want to barf!), tend to be chilly rather than hot (apart from in summer) and if you travel at the right time of day, you can almost guarantee getting a seat. I would of course avoid trains like the plague in rush hour.

Cars

I like cars! Providing I don't attempt to read anything whilst on the move (it causes a migraine and/or vomiting) or get in a car with a wannabe Lewis Hamilton, cars are my preferred transport of choice. Unfortunately I don't drive so I rely on my hubby to be my chauffeur, a job he usually enjoys as he knows how much I love being taken on drives. He's a good, smooth driver so he never makes me feel sick. We keep the temperature in the car on the cold side so I don't get nauseous. I always have a couple of pashminas on me which I throw over me when I get cold. Fibro folk often have problems regulating temperature so I can go from hot to cold and back again in just a few degrees. Hubby runs hotter than me anyway so he's OK with the car being a little on the cold side. I wear comfortable clothes in the car - leggings, a jersey dress and perhaps a comfy pair of boots. I tend to get quite cold feet in the car in the colder months so I prefer to wear socks and boots rather than bare feet and slip on shoes.

After dark I wear sunglasses as the oncoming lights from cars into my eyes like lasers and again that gives me a migraine and/or nausea. I must avoid using my phone to text or use social networks when we're on the move, unless I look out of the windscreen every few seconds or else - you guessed it - vomit or migraine time. As long as we schedule in rest stops to pee and for me to get the kinks out of my legs and back I can do a few hours in the car without being too crippled afterwards/the next day, but there is some damage as the vibrations from the roads do affect my body. We always have lots of water in the car, and snacks on a long drive, so we have just about all my needs covered.

Flying

I have yet to fly since I've been really ill. I last flew the year after Fibromyalgia started and I was much more well then. I'd imagine the main problems would be pain - from being crammed into a space only fit for a child and from sitting still for a long time. I'm not too keen to fly again, to be honest.

So, as you can see I avoid doing things which give me a migraine or make me nauseous. Unfortunately quite a lot of things do make me feel that way when it comes to moving from one place to another in a vehicle, but getting to see friends and family is well worth it!

Tips for travelling for other ill people

1. Keep a fleecy blanket or spare scarf in the car or in your bag. Fleece warms up really quickly next to the skin so is my favourite blanket of choice.

2. Keep water and snacks in a place where you can reach them whilst on the move.

3. If like me you have an unpredictable bladder, your emergency pee kit consists of:

Paper plates
Empty Oasis bottles or similar - the wider neck is essential
Toilet tissue and/or wet wipes
A plastic bag

Pull over to as private a place as possible. Fold a paper plate in half and make sure there's a good folded line for the pee to flow down. Place paper plate near your lady parts and the empty bottle underneath. Pee to your heart's content, making sure you won't overfill your bottle. Clean up, do the lid up nice and tightly and put everything in a waste bag until you can find a bin to dispose of everything. You can do this in or out of the car, depending on how certain you are the bottle is big enough! You can also buy She Wees and P Mates, both of which I've used many times. They both have their advantages - the She Wee is totally reusable as it's made of plastic, but the opening is too narrow for me so I end up peeing all over myself. The P Mates are made of card and can be reused a few times, but have such a wide opening they're my pee solution of choice on the go. You can also buy no-spill portable urinals, like this one. Of course, if you're a fella you can pee easily in bottles, you jammy buggers!

4. If you are a driver affected badly by oncoming headlights, see your optician for advice. As I'm just a passenger, I can avoid the problem by wearing sunglasses. I think I'm photosensitive - I have many problems with my eyes. Bright lights give me a headache and make me physically flinch away (day or night), I have poor dark-to-light adaptation in vision (which is probably why oncoming headlights feel like spears in the eyeballs) and I have really dry eyes too.

5. Rest. Travelling really takes it out of me, even if I'm just sitting in a car, so ordinarily I like to arrive the day before an event so I can have a good night's sleep beforehand. This isn't possible with Plus North so I'm just going to have to wing it! If you're a passenger and need to sleep in the car, having a blow up travel pillow in the glove box is a good idea. I generally fall asleep sitting up (I'm like a baby, as soon as there's movement I find it very easy to sleep) but I also use one of my spare scarves as a pillow if needed.

Fibro folk, what are your tips for travelling with Fibromyalgia?

Thanks for reading!
Leah xoxo

Fibromyalgia life hacks

Hiya!

I've had Fibromyalgia now for 6 and a half long years, and in that time I've learned a few things about how to make life slightly better. I wanted to share this experience in case it helps anyone else.

The weather

Seems a funny one to start off with, yes? No. Fibro people are incredibly sensitive to the weather. If I get too cold I get a chill which can last days. If I get too hot I very easily fall prey to sunstroke. If it's too windy (even on a hot day) my dry Fibro skin can chap painfully. What's the answer? Be smart. On a really hot day wear cool loose clothing which covers almost all of your body, preferably light in colour and made of cotton or linen. Think about people in really hot countries - they don't expose vast areas of flesh so they don't cook in the sun, they wear loose fabrics so the air can circulate and they often wear light colours - beige or white.

On cold days wear layers so if you get too hot you can take one off. It doesn't mean you have to carry huge woolly jumpers about with you - I  always carry at least one large pashmina in my handbag, sometimes two, so if necessary I can wrap them around my head/neck/shoulders. Carrying a compact umbrella at all times is a good idea, because getting wet and cold makes my bones burn for days. You'll learn over time what kind of weather affects you and dress accordingly, but if in doubt layer as you can always take something off.

Footwear

Now you have Fibromyalgia you might feel like you've been on one of those vibrating fitness plates for a month. You might notice your joints feel tender, like every step you take shock waves through your body. You need to wear appropriate shoes. When I was first diagnosed I lived in Vans trainers, until I got Achilles bursitis and spent months in pain before an even more painful cortisone injection finally sorted it out. Now Dr Martens dolly shoes or boots with rubber soles are my friends - the soles are just the cushioning I need between my feet and the ground. I need to minimise the time I spend walking on concrete. Where possible I walk in woods, as the spongy earth is much less aggressive on my joints. I might be able to walk for only a couple of minutes on the street without pain some days, and maybe 10 times that on soft earth. It might be a dent to the ego to give up sexy shoes for nanna shoes, but if it stops your achilles heels from feeling like they're about to snap, or stops cramp it'll be worth it.

Clothes

Since I've been ill I've subconsciously changed the way I dress. I don't wear trousers with zips or buttons except on very rare occasions as my dodgy bladder means I need to get my trousers off quickly or I will pee all over them. Often I'll start pulling them down as soon as I get off the sofa as the urge to pee is so strong. I live in leggings and prefer dresses I can just pull on and off over my head, again avoiding anything fussy like buttons or poppers as my hands are weak and often numb for an hour or so when I wake up. My clothes have to be soft above all, as my skin is so dry and fragile that rough clothes can make me bleed. I get a huge amount of pain from putting on and taking off my bra so sometimes I wear one of those stretchy pull on bras. They don't give a lot of support but it stops me feeling like my arms are being ripped off by angry Silverback gorillas. You'll learn which bits of your body need adjustments and dress accordingly. At first it might feel like you're turning into an old person, but who cares if you're more comfortable?

Rest

This might seem like a no-brainer, but I spent the first 2-3 years of my illness trying to prove I was still Superwoman - with horrible effects. I passed out twice through sheer exhaustion (once in the house and once in the street.) I worked so hard despite signs I was falling apart that one day I didn't even have the energy to lift my arms in the shower to wash my hair. I spent weeks confined to the sofa and bed after trying to do normal things like carry shopping home, go on 4 mile walks, have big days out to London, etc. I had more falls than I can count. I cut myself, burned myself, scalded myself, put my back out, had bruises almost as big as my head. You have to listen to your body. All the things you think are your responsibility? Some of those things have to be delegated or binned altogether. This brings me onto..

Stress

You have to minimise stress. Ideally you need a supportive partner (who may have to bear the brunt of working if you're too ill to) who will understand that you didn't choose the illness, you don't want to be ill, but you are. Fighting against chronic illness makes it worse. Believe me, I've been there. The only reason I'm not in tears of pain every day is because I've said 'Sod it!' to so many things. Having to give up work was hard. Giving up most of my hobbies was hard. Saying goodbye to a whole bunch of people who couldn't understand or couldn't deal with the new me was hard, but without all those things my life is better. If you have people in your life who don't believe you or don't support you, where possible you need to cut them out of your life. You NEED support. You need to be believed. No one chooses to go through hard times, but when they come there's no point in asking 'Why me?' It's how you deal with things that matters. In many ways chronic illness makes you selfish. You have to be to survive. You have to make YOU number 1, and after doing exactly the polar opposite all my life I now have to.

Better nutrition and exercise

You may find you've developed problems like IBS or an irritable bladder with Fibromyalgia. I've had to cut out alcohol except vodka and Crabbies, because everything else makes my irritable bladder agony. I minimise my caffeine intake as too much gives me panic attacks. My body needs more expensive, better quality food now. I used to live off any old junk but now my body tells me it is a temple and I feed it accordingly - low sugar, low meat consumption, high fruit and veg consumption, lots of water, no white carbs. Gentle exercise is important in Fibromyalgia. For me swimming is no good as I have CFS/ME too and it makes me so tired I become a danger to myself - I walk and talk like a drunk and am prone to falls and other accidents after swimming as it's too intensive, and I think the heat makes it worse too.

For me yoga has been the best thing. I do about 20 minutes 3 times a week when I can, but anything you do that's gentle will help stop your muscles seizing. When I do yoga I have more energy in the day and sleep better at night, as well as having less pain. You have to find your 'sweet spot' through trial and error - you need to walk the fine line between not being so tired that you are worse off, but you do enough that you feel better. I would suggest starting with as little as 5 minutes a day, every other day. Even gentle stretching is good - anything to loosen up those muscles. You will learn to exercise the smart way for you. We tend to drive to somewhere flat so I can walk without the pain of the steep hills we have locally. I can walk further on the flat and don't get terrible cramps and burning in my back and legs that hill walking gives me.

Drugs

As Fibromyalgia is a series of complaints there's no 'fix', you can only treat the symptoms. I'm on anti depressants, a muscle relaxant, migraine tablets and pain signal blockers. There are more 'whole body' type treatments you can try like massage or acupuncture, but you may not be able to get them on the NHS. Every time you get a 'big' new symptom, go to your GP - don't just put everything down to Fibro.

A good bed

I can't tell you the importance of having a good bed and a good mattress. If you're anything like me you'll spend a lot more time in bed once you're ill. It's of paramount importance you lie in comfort as a good night's sleep with Fibromyalgia is often as elusive as unicorn poop. If you're not actually asleep, you need to be resting in comfort. I spend about 12 hours a day in bed - trying to sleep and being asleep consumes half my days. I still get up feeling shattered.

Short cuts

Don't be afraid to use things to make life easier for you - electric toothbrushes, electric can openers, can grippers, etc. There's a whole lot of sensible advice about things you can do to make life easier for you here on the arthritis UK website.

Other Spoonies - not necessarily Fibro sufferers - what are your chronic illness life hacks? Feel free to share in the comments.

Thanks for reading.


What it feels like to be chronically ill

Hello loves,

I want to talk about how debilitating illnesses weigh a person down. I'm writing this for other people in the same situation as me, and I hope to make them feel less alone. No need for pity - just talking about this is helping me process things. My experience is my own and it might be different for others, but this is what it feels like for me.

Firstly, sleep is never guaranteed with Fibromyalgia and CFS/ME or many other chronic illnesses. I have no clue how I'm going to feel when I wake up, or what time I'll wake up. Sometimes I'll be asleep on the sofa by 8pm and other times I'll be laying awake until 7am with bug eyes and a massive headache. When I don't get to sleep until the time when most people are getting up, I hate sleeping through the day. I miss out on precious daylight and try to rush around getting things done so my husband comes home to tea in the oven, a reasonably tidy flat and a fairly presentable wife. It doesn't always happen. I'm always feeling guilty for not doing enough for my husband, and he already asks for so little. Maybe that makes it worse. It's one thing to aim high and fail, but aiming low and still missing is something else.

I'm never short of ideas for anything - blog posts, plans, etc but having the energy to carry forward these plans is another thing. I have dozens of notebooks filled with pages of ideas, ideas I'll probably never get around to covering. I lay in bed every night planning to do yoga and eat great the next day but I feel like hammered crap when I wake up and gradually come alive through the night. Having the energy to take care of myself properly is often too much to ask. I don't usually eat until about 6pm, and instead of a nice home cooked meal, often I'll have a fishfinger sandwich or a ready made pasta on a big bed of salad. I look at photos of myself from a year ago and see much less definition in my waist and wonder if I'm exercising less or eating more, or is this middle aged spread? It feels too hard to stop these changes happening in my body. Do I try to fight it, try to stop these changes in their tracks? Is there anything I can do? Do I have the fight and energy to undo the changes ill health is making to my body or do I accept a slow slide into the invisibility of middle age?

Being chronically ill ain't pretty. It's crusty eyes, bed sheets and pillows thrown all over the room from a tempestuous sleep, lines all over my face from being tangled up in the bedding, hair in a bird's nest from the night sweats and waking up in need of hosing down by the fire brigade. It's feeling like shit and not having the energy or creativity to put the make up on that I know will make me feel human again. It's weight gain, muscle loss, abdominal bloating, rashes and dry skin, smelly body parts and no energy to lift my legs over the bath for a shower half the time, making do with washes and dry shampoo, and feeling so fucking terrible for it being that way.

It's wanting to do everything and having the energy for almost nothing, and it's dread before you do something because you know what comes after - more pain and fatigue. I try not to let it suck all the joy out of my life but when you know you're going to pay for every good thing it can be wearying. It's sleeping all the time or hardly at all, and not making any difference because I still feel like shit either way. It's crushing fatigue which sometimes erases my optimism, but not always. It's making the most of the good days and beating myself up on the bad ones, and there are a lot of the latter. It's avoiding too much movement as that causes pain, and worrying this enforced sedentary lifestyle will be the death of me. A choice - exercise and be in agony or avoid it and be unfit. My breathing the last few months is terrible and I know this last big flare up I had - the one which lasted about 6 months - has seriously fucked up my fitness. I don't know if I have the fight to get it back, and I know if I can't arrest some of the damage my future is a scary place indeed.

It's missing out and knowing it, feeling bad for not being able to do much more than exist, knowing that any hopes or dreams I had for myself have vanished, and learning to live in the day to day as thoughts like that aren't good for my mental health. It's starting off each day with a massive deficit and always trying to play catch up but never quite getting there. Everything is tiring. Everything is hard. It's like jumping into a river wearing a heavy old woollen blanket and then wondering why it's so hard to swim with this massive weight you haven't got used to yet. You should know this impairment is there, but you still expect it to float away one day, but it just gets heavier, like your hope is making it worse. It's being physically (and sometimes mentally) impaired but still holding yourself up to the same standards you did your whole life, and constantly disappointing yourself.
 
Some days it's hard just to get out of bed, knowing the tasks the day holds are too much to think about, let alone do. And just when you're ready to give in or give up, a bittersweet day comes along. You sleep really well for the first time in months and wake up full of enthusiasm and pep. And then, only then, you remember how fucking hard it is the rest of the time, because when you're in this constant grind you don't know anything else, you can't see the wood for the trees. And you so want to run with this gift of a day, but you know what'll happen if you do. So even on the rare good days, they're actually not that good. They're just a reminder of what your life used to be like, like you sent a postcard into your future from a time when you were once well. Remember what it used to be like to work, old self? Remember the joy of long walks and dancing? Remember the excitement of getting up to a new day full of possibility, when your actions didn't have to be carefully weighed and measured for what they'll take out of you? When life wasn't a tally sheet which constantly shows a loss? Remember that? And then you do, and all is sadness.

I constantly wish I could do more, be more, and not have to expend so much energy to exist. It is what it is, and many lessons have been learned about myself and life itself, but sometimes I wish it wasn't quite so difficult. 

Gentle hugs to all the Spoonies out there.

Thanks for listening.

P.S. If I can haul myself out of bed whilst there's still sufficient daylight I'll be posting an outfit later.

Recent make up and nails, and a health update

Hiya pickles!

I thought I'd post a recent make up and nail look I did in the absence of other things. Again, my skin isn't Photoshopped (I don't even have Photoshop, I use Corel Paint Shop Pro - ha) it's a mixture of camera flash, ELF HD powder and my new regime.

I used colours from the Sleek Au Naturelle palette on my eyes, a Fashionista brow kit and foundation and a £1 red MUA lipstick, which is a pinky red which photographs more pink.



The nails are two ELF shades, a pearly colour called Moonlight, and a sparkly one called Twinkle. I used one coat of Moonlight and about 4 of Twinkle. Neither colour is still available as ELF have reformulated their nail polishes, but you could easily do something like this at home with a nude polish and a sparkle top coat. I think of this as sparkles on snow.

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I've been feeling really ill recently, much more so than usual. Regular readers will know I've been struggling with insomnia for a couple of months, but I've been on the slide since June. I'm sleeping more hours now, in fits and starts. I can go to sleep any time from 11pm to 8 am but I don't sleep through - I wake up a few times and can't get back to sleep for an hour or two each time. Depending on how long the periods of wakefulness are and how often I wake, I can still be in bed after sundown some days. On a rare day when I'm up in daylight, I forgo all else and take photos for the blog. Because my sleep is so broken and unfulfilled I need a nap every evening, so I spend a huge amount of time every day laying down. I've lost my appetite almost entirely and am forcing down one meal and a snack every day to keep myself going. I'm pretty sure I'm malnourished (oh the irony - a fat malnourished person!) as I've had deep splits in the corners of my mouth for about 6 weeks now. The thought of food actually makes me feel sick most of the time and I've become so weak. My asthma has got much worse and even bending over knocks the wind out of me. I feel like the life is slowly draining out of me and the stress of getting everything ready for Christmas isn't helping.

I usually love Christmas, but this year it's too much. I've cut back on posts because I have no energy, although I do have a few Christmas outfits to share. Christmas is a time where we dart about here, there and everywhere to see as many people as possible, but I fear I'm going to be spending most of my time asleep. Is this it for me? Has the CFS/ME got worse? Is this my new reality? I hope not. I'm scared. I'm struggling. I'm worried I might soon need a carer or a cleaner - I can't do it all any more. I haven't discussed this possibility with my husband but there's a very real fear I've crossed the line into needing care, and I don't know if I should be fighting this with every fibre of my being in the hope I can make myself stronger, or give in. There's so much loss with chronic illness, and right now I've lost the ability to look after myself and my home. I feel so sad right now, but am hoping for better days.

Thanks for listening.

30 day challenge day 8

Hiya loves!


Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?

Alive, hopefully, and with a good quality of life, but other than that who knows?

One thing chronic illness teaches you is to live in the moment, which is what I try to do every day. Sometimes I feel human when I wake up, and sometimes I don't, so that dictates my life. Being present is good though. I try to go into every day with no expectations, just let go. Good things happen when you do. I believe in that.

Thanks for reading.


30 day challenge day 7

Howdy!


What was the biggest realisation you have had?

Support is everything. If you haven't got it, it's very bleak indeed. Thinking back to times past can be an incredibly painful thing to do, such as this occasion.

When you're ill, you don't understand what's happening to you, but somehow you have to dig deep within yourself to find the words to describe this alien thing happening to you to your spouse/partner, family, friends and most importantly of all if you're to get any help, your doctor. It's the worst possible time for you to have to advocate for yourself, but you have to, even though it's not going to be easy. It can be exhausting.

I lived with my partner (now hubby, of course) not 'getting' it for a long time. He is the kind of person who doesn't believe anything unless he sees it with his own eyes, and even then he tries to rationalise things. It might be because he's in IT and he has to see a problem to fix it, but me telling him things were really bad didn't work. It might be because he has a scientific mind, or because he's an annoying eternal optimist or even that he was in denial, but even him seeing things were really bad didn't work so well either. I remember the days before we had the car and having to lug the shopping home from the supermarket on foot. Carrying home heavy bags made me really suffer. We lived up a huge hill at the time which was accessed from the local supermarket by about 50 very steep steps. At the top of the steps we had to carry on up a steep hill. We also lived on the top floor flat of a house. By the time we got to the main front door of the house our flat was in, I would be sweating heavily, almost in tears of pain and fatigue and feeling like I couldn't walk another step, but James didn't get it. He'd take his part of the shopping up the 3 flight of stairs to our flat and leave me to find the energy to get myself and the rest of the shopping up the stairs. It could take anything up to 15 minutes for me to get up those 39 steps as I was done. I can't tell you how many times we repeated this same scenario and it didn't seem to sink in for him. Gradually he started to carry more of the heavy stuff, or came back down for my bags as well once he'd got his upstairs, but for a long time I was pissing into the wind. I would always tell him things were too much but he'd always ignore me and say things would be fine. There's a point where unfettered optimism turns into having your head up your arse and I'm afraid he strayed into that territory and stayed there for a while.

Things like travelling took it out of me hugely. Carrying heavy things onto trains, tubes and coaches is hard work with chronic illnesses. I remember a few years ago now when we went to Wales for the weekend (before we had the car.) We had a 90 minute train trip into London, a journey on the Tube, a walk to Victoria coach station followed by 9 hour coach trip, then an active weekend. When we were in London on the way back, we were walking to the train station from the Tube up a big flight of stairs. I was carrying a heavy backpack and I fell up the stairs because my tired brain stopped being able to move my legs in the right way (this has happened several times.) I really hurt myself, cutting and bruising my shins and bruising my arms when I landed. I remember standing in the busy station concourse sobbing my heart out in pain, exhaustion and frustration, inwardly begging James to finally grasp the notion that I AM NOT WELL ANY MORE. I ended up vocalising that as well, as a minute previously he'd wanted me to run for the train. Hello?! I had tried to tell him something like this would happen and as usual he had pooh-poohed me out of optimism. I think seeing me so bashed up was probably the first time he understood.

The honest truth is I had to hurt myself time and time again before he totally accepted/understood things had changed. Now he's brilliant and is constantly looking out for me and warning me of hazards when we're out. I do get angry when I remember how hard things were before when was pressuring me to get back into work, but I guess he was used to me being the girl who was as tough as old boots and as strong as an ox. Also, don't forget that when a person is ill they are getting some kind of help somewhere - from a doctor, a friend, or a family member, but often partners are left out in the cold somewhat. I don't think he wanted to admit anything was up as where did that leave him?!

I am so glad that I have James's support now, because for a while I didn't think we could stay together if he didn't believe me. It sucks, but it's imperative you get your loved ones to understand somehow. Even if like in my case if that was showing my injuries time and time again. Now James knows when I say I'm tired, it means I'm just about fit to pass out (which I have done a couple of times.) If I say I've done enough, it means I can feel I'm getting to the point where my legs will no longer work as they should and I'm about to have an accident. If I say no I can't do something, he knows I mean it. I know my body better than he does, after all. Thank God he can see that now.

It's a good job I love him, isn't it? ;)

Thanks for reading!

30 day illness challenge day 6


Hiya!


If you could have told yourself when you first remember these symptoms arising, what would you have said?

Well.... not being psychic I couldn't have told myself it will all be OK, because at the time I didn't know that. I couldn't have told myself one day I will have a name to call the beast and the uncertainty would be over, because I didn't have a crystal ball. I couldn't tell myself that at some points I would feel almost suicidal and as if I was going insane, or that the uncertainty was worse than the illnesses. I didn't have much to say to myself at all, other than I knew something was terribly wrong and virtually no one believed me.

What I did have was someone who told me my symptoms sounded a lot like hers, that it was a rough road and she would be there for me. Now I try to do the same for anyone else who asks for my help, because I remember all too well how shitty it feels.

Sorry this is a bit dark! Thankfully things are a lot better now.

Thanks for reading.


30 day illness challenge day 5

Hiya!


How does being chronically ill make you feel?

I came across this question (but worded differently) accidentally during CBT and the answer is WEAK. It took me a long time to be able to describe it in one word.

Before I felt strong, invincible even, and now I feel weak. My body is certainly weaker than it was. It's hard for me to feel empowered or powerful when I struggle to open a bottle of water. ;) I think one of the reasons I get panic attacks sometimes when I'm out is because I don't feel able to defend myself any more. Prior to being ill I was always out on my own wearing my 'shit-kicking' New Rock boots, which are a weapon in themselves. I knew if some random guy decided to prey on lil' ol' me out on my own at stupid o'clock then I'd kick him in his baby makers and run like hell. Now? Well, it's likely I'd lift a leg off the floor and fall on my arse because my balance is so crap. Hahaha.

I guess the crux of it is I never wanted to be the type of woman most men want. I didn't want to be weak, vulnerable, in need of help. I wanted to blaze my own trail, and being physically strong felt good. Perhaps I can try to make up for my lack of physical strength with mental fortitude?!

Thanks for listening to me ramble!



30 day illness challenge day 4

Hiya!


How have your friends and family reacted to it (your illness)?

My family have been great. My mum has been ill most of her life with asthma and recurrrent hernias so she knows what it's like to feel like battered crap all the time. My dad - bless him - when I told him what was up, he said 'Will be you be all right though?' Awww. My brother has been great, his girlfriend was fantastic, so accepting right from the off. Everyone has been fantastic. I have an amazing family. If anyone has said anything 'off' about it, it hasn't got back to me.

Most of my friends have been great, and the ones who weren't? They're not my friends any more. When I first got ill I was quite depressed and deleted about 50 ex-workmates from Facebook as constantly having to turn down invitations to go out then having to explain why got tiring. (Side note - why can't some people just take no for an answer?) Some people I used to hang around with and may have called friends once have ended up being acquaintances, but there are so many good people in my life I'm OK with it. But overall I've been really, really lucky.

I wish the same for all people with long term illnesses.

Thanks for reading.


30 day illness challenge day 3

Hello you!


Day 3

How did you get a diagnosis?

Weeeell.

I went to the doctors for the first time in 2008 when the physical pain symptoms really started (which was on my birthday in Brighton as I said in my last blog.) My doc at the time immediately thought I had Sarcoidosis due to the symptoms I presented with at that time. I latched onto the diagnosis like it was a life raft and went with it, but multitudes of tests at the hospital could not confirm it. My blood tests showed there was inflammation in my blood, but they couldn't find any evidence of it in my body. As the treatment for Sarcoidosis is steroids, which can be more dangerous than the condition itself, they couldn't start treatment on a whim. Eventually the tests all fizzled out and the doctor lost interest once he couldn't be the hero and fix me. Back to the unknown.

When I got pregnant in late 2010 I had a temporary abatement of symptoms. After I lost the baby in 2011, everything came rushing back at once which made me realise how much shit I'd been putting up with. I went to see a different doctor, and by now I'd taken the advice of lots of people on various illness forums I was on to start listing my symptoms as they occurred. Only at this point did I start to see results.

I was sent back to several specialists at the local hospital, and eventually saw a kindly fella with more half a brain in his head who suspected I had Fibromyalgia and CFS. Early in 2012 I was sent to see a rheumatologist to confirm this, and although he was a total prick who got off on hurting me over and over again and asked how many burgers I eat a week (O RLY? Yes he did!) he confirmed the diagnosis.

So from start to finish it took 4 years of seeing doctors on and off and 5 years of symptoms before I had confirmations of the names to call these beasts.

Thanks for reading.

30 day illness challenge day 2

Hi lovelies!


Day 2

How have these illnesses affected your life?

Well, chronologically I got asthma first. It meant I had a lot of chest infections (still do) but it only affects me badly then. Then in the late 90s/early 2000s I had a period of ill health, until I was diagnosed with an underactive thyroid gland. It was a really difficult time as I was under a lot of stress at work at the time (which I think ultimately led to me developing the condition) and I was beyond exhausted. I'd walk 2 minutes to get the bus to work, sit on the bus for half an hour, and by the time I'd got into work I had to lay down on the floor in the back and cry as I was so exhausted. It was horrible. I thought I was going insane and when a doctor finally took me seriously I skipped home from the doctors surgery. When I started treatment I soon started to feel better and went back to being a bit of a party animal again. I did calm down a tiny bit when I met James in 2003, but I was still burning the candle at both ends.

Then in 2007, again working at a very stressful job (do you see the pattern yet?!) I started to feel exhausted again like I did before I got the hypothyroidism diagnosis. Then other things started happening - constant dizzy spells, migraines, and mental confusion. I carried on at work for another 6 months, all the while deteriorating swiftly, until things had got so bad that I walked out of my job one day and never went back. I started to look for work and soon realised things weren't going to get better with a bit of rest. I went to Brighton on my birthday in April 2008 with James and some ex-work colleagues and out of the blue I couldn't lift my legs off the floor so much as a few millimetres without being in enormous pain. This 'weekend of fun' we had planned involved me dragging hundreds of yards behind everyone else all weekend crying in pain.

A couple of months after I quit work I decided to keep myself occupied/disciplined by doing voluntary work, but had to stop as I was suffering so much. I had roughly about 6 months of rest, then I got a part time job (15 hours a week) which I did for almost a year, and that took such a toll on me I was constantly injured, so once again I had to stop working. That was about 3 years ago.

So how has it affected me? Before I worked too hard, played hard and didn't look after myself at all. I had a busy social life and was hardly ever off a train because I was always going to visit friends & family or going to gigs. I never stayed still. I had no concept of relaxation, let alone striving to do it more! For the decade I lived near Gatwick I took advantage of the good rail links and went into London 2 or 3 times a week, visited my friends in Manchester often, and went to loads of gigs and festivals. I was incredibly independent and put myself at great risk by travelling on my own late at night, but I thought I was invincible. I'd had a hard upbringing in a hard town which culminated in living a hard life and I was a tough little bastard. I often went to work on a couple of hour's sleep, if that. I walked everywhere I could, was worked with men in many of my jobs and was no 'weedy' woman in comparison - I held my own. I thought I was Superwoman.

Now I don't work, I'm in pain a lot, and I stopped counting my symptoms when they got to 3 A4 sides in bullet points. That was a few years ago now and new symptoms come up all the time. Every day is different - I never know what each day will bring me. I'm not very mobile these days - even if I did feel like I might be able to do a lot of exercise one day, if I do it'll come back to bite me in the arse the next day, or for several days. The hardest thing for a chronically ill person to deal with is the constant need to weigh tasks up against the cost we know we'll pay. It took me about 3 years to work this out. 3 years of trying to prove to myself I'm still strong and that I can do normal people things like take a long walk or carry some heavy shopping home. 3 long years of boom and bust, of overdoing it then spending teary days and weeks on the sofa recovering. For a few of those years James didn't get it. It took him to see me fall LITERALLY a few times before he got it. How is it a person's legs can just stop working when they're going up stairs or putting one foot in front of the other, the scientist in him might have wondered? He sees everything in black and white; demands a reason for everything. Once he stopped thinking so clinically and started counting the bruises, wiping away the tears, eventually he got it. Now he's as gentle on me as I am.

So much of illness is loss - loss of self, loss of self esteem, loss of good health, loss of employment, loss of earnings, loss of your future as you'd planned it. I try to focus on what it's given me - the chance to slow down, the chance to take better care of myself, the chance to eat better, the chance to appreciate all the people who stayed with me throughout it all, the chance to be thankful for my husband who is such a good man. 

Had I not developed Fibromyalgia and CFS I probably would've died young of a heart attack or something equally as horrid. Obviously you never know, but I feel like I've dodged a bullet. Although I hate being a burden on James and hate not being able to support my parents in their old age (I always had this romantic notion that I'd be able to make their lives easier by helping them out financially as they got older) I do feel like it's given me the time to look after myself. I was far, far too hard on myself before and I've decided I want CBT to focus on learning how to think of myself more kindly. I've always treated myself so cruelly. I'd never expect anybody else to put themselves through some of the crap I've put myself through, both in good health and poor health. I've always had far higher standards for myself than I'd expect anyone else to have, and I don't know why.

Now I've got my diagnosis I can start getting over the shock and anger of it all and start learning lessons.

Thanks for reading.

30 day chronic illness challenge

Hiya pickles!

I've decided to do this.


Although my health is a big part of my life, it's quite a niche topic for my blog so I'm going to post each daily update in the early hours so those who want to read these posts can seek them out and the rest of you can avoid them. ;) I'm going to keep the posts brief when I can, as I've spoken about my health quite often before.

While I'm here I'll do day 1.

Introduce yourself. What illnesses do you have? How long have you had them?

Hi-iii! I'm Leah (as most of you will have guessed!) I have Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Asthma, hypothyroidism and a few side complaints from Fibromyalgia like IBS and chronic bladder pain. I started to get Fibromyalgia and CFS symptoms in 2007 and was diagnosed in 2012.

Thanks for reading.

A change in the weather

Hiya dolls,

A change in the weather is good, right? Bye bye cold grey skies, hello warm(er) sunshine. Magical....err, not so much for us hyper-sensitive folks with Fibromyalgia.

I posted a comment on Facebook a couple of days ago saying how I was having the worst Fibro flare up EVER and I was very surprised when a few other people with Fibromyalgia said they were having an awful time of it, too. A flare up is when there's a noticeable increase in symptoms, especially pain and fatigue. The sad thing for me is I never know when I'm out of a flare, only when I'm in one. On a normal day I feel bad and on a flare up day (week/month) I feel terrible. There is no feeling good - well, maybe one day every few months, but they're so far apart as to almost seem like they never occur.

Normally when I'm in really bad pain it's in response to activity - I may have washed my hair, gone for a walk which was too long, gone out in the cold or the rain (the cold/damp gets into my bones and creates merry hell) or strained myself doing the housework. That's not to say there aren't occasions where I hurt doing nothing - there are. My whole body is tender to the touch, and what might feel like a light touch to someone else will feel like a slap or punch to me. At rest, with nothing obvious that would cause me pain, the other pain I get is neuropathic pain - nerve pain. I described it on Facebook as if someone was playing the drums on my nerve endings. Thankfully this comes in cycles, usually a few days at a time, but with periods of respite in between (usually.)

Before I'd even spoken to anyone else about the change of weather, I'd been guessing it was why I was feeling terrible. I just had a hunch. After seeing a few other people say the same thing as me a few clicks on Google quickly told me that changes in weather come high up in the list of the top triggers for Fibromyalgia flare ups.

Knowing why I'm in pain helps, strangely.

So, what is nerve pain like? It will vary from person to person, but for me it comes in a couple of ways. The first is a dead, crushing pain which is like when you have an overzealous nurse or doctor who puts the blood pressure cuff on you far too tightly. Everything feels like it's being squeezed tightly and it's totally unbearable. When it happens, it's always in my arms and shoulders. It feels like my arms have been slammed in a car door several times. That's the only way I can describe it - it feels like every bit of my arms is bruised black and blue. It's hard to concentrate on anything when this pain comes and I have to prop my arms up on pillows by my side as having them hanging by my side is too much. I'd tear my arms off if I could, it's that bad.

The other pain is what I call 'tuning fork' pain. It feels like my bones are a tuning fork, and someone is striking my bones. Pain will zing or vibrate up and down my bones just like a shock wave. I get the pain in my wrists, fingers, arms, elbows etc. It makes me wince. If I was holding or carrying something when I get this pain I'd certainly drop it.

At the moment I have both the dead pain and the tuning fork pain, so I'm in a world of hurt. All I want to do is sleep. I feel so tired. Functioning under this level of pain is extremely tiring. Looking after myself - eating, drinking, washing - all feel like a step too far.

I love the sunshine. Normally it cheers me up, but at the moment not even the glorious view from my living room is soothing me. I'm going between bed, sofa, kitchen and bathroom. Functioning rather than living. Not seeing the outside, focussing only on the immediate, on surviving. I've often likened it to being under siege. It may sound dramatic, but I am under siege - body and mind.

I wish the arseholes at the DWP could read this....or even my doctor. Sometimes it feels like few understand, even when I tell them. Maybe I need to yell a little louder, yet I know it could always be worse. Propaganda against the sick and disabled is so prevalent I still feel guilty for not being in work, even after struggling to write this for the last hour and then some. Whatever I do around the house, it never feels like enough, yet it takes so much out of me. I wonder if I'll ever get over the guilt of not working and not contributing to our finances. There are so many facets to ill health - so much of it loss. Loss of self, loss of employment, loss of earnings, loss of independence, loss of hobbies, loss of enjoyment, loss of self-respect.

This episode will pass and fade to a distant memory, just like all the others. It'll be replaced by another episode, somewhat similar but somewhat different all the same. The orchestra of pain plays a different tune every time and each instrument takes its turn for the solo. If not for the intermission between each act I'd surely go insane, so I'm thankful for any respite.

All might seem black but I'm always looking for a chink of light. I never knew I was an optimist before I got ill, but now I know I am.

Thanks for reading.

Eye have a problem

Hello dolls,

I have a problem with my eyes, hence the title of this blog.

Being chronically ill is like slowly being robbed of the things you love. It happens so gradually that you only realise what's going on when you look to the past. I had a normal life involving lots of work, lots of socialising, lots of exercise and most importantly, the freedom to be myself. By that, I mean the freedom to express my personality through hair and make up. You can have a quick look at some of my hair and make up of old in this post here. Beware, there's years of evidence of over-plucked brows in there, haha.

After I became allergic to hair dye all the funky coloured hair styles of the past stopped. I had wondered if a day would come where I would become allergic to make up but hoped that would never be the case. In my youth a quick swipe of eyeliner or eyeshadow and some mascara was enough for me. Now I'm fast outgrowing a dressing table stuffed to bursting with make up and skincare products, and now I can't wear any eye make up for longer than 10 minutes before I have to wash it off because I can't see.

My eyes are SO dry. It's a condition which seems to be common to Fibromyalgia (you can read about dry eyes here) and also a couple of my meds make it worse. When my eyes start to burn (which is every day) they start to water. Because my eyes are so dry, there's too much salt in my tears and not enough lubricant. No matter how much my eyes water (and they water constantly when they're irritated) it doesn't help. It gets so bad I can't even open my eyes at times. Cig smoke sets it off, my neighbours underneath (who seem to cook onions all day every day) set it off, cold air sets it off, steam from cooking sets it off... and it is effing miserable.



Within 10 minutes of putting mascara or eyeliner on my eyes start to stream, then the pain kicks in and I have to close my eyes until it goes away. I need to see my GP about it, but that got pushed to the background since I've been nursing the mister.

While I was at my aunt's this weekend my eyes were streaming by the evening as usual so she gave me an Optrex eye wash to use. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! The relief was almost instantaneous. It was cooling and refreshing and it stopped the watering within about a minute. I just bought a few eye products from an online chemist to ease the symptoms. At least until I get to see my GP I know there will be some temporary relief. I'm not sure what's going to happen on the make up front. I hope I can be prescribed some artificial tears which will prevent the watering. If that doesn't change the irritation caused by eye make up I'll have to look out for hypoallergenic makeup or experiment to see which products don't irritate my eyes. I hope to find products that are kind to my eyes and kind to animals too....but feel that might be too big an ask.

And if the unthinkable happens and I can't wear eye make up any more? I'll have my eyeliner tattooed on and will wear the brightest lipsticks imaginable to draw attention from my eyes. I will not let this illness take away another one of my joys.

Have you had to give up something you were passionate about? If so, what was it and how did you deal with it?

Thanks for reading.

Now the mister is out from under my feet I have quite a lot of catching up to do with blog posts.