I am angry and frustrated. So, I guess I would say it is okay to be angry and frustrated. I am not beaten…yet. But sometimes getting a grip of what’s really happening and not hoping for something that can never and will never happen is so darn difficult. But I am supposed to be the “brave cripple” the “doing okay chronic” the …I dunno what I’m supposed to be to be honest.
I saw the new Cardiologist at the end of October last year. He was nice to me – which was a new experience all by itself. He said he would help me. I waited nearly two months and then had a 24 hour ECG. That was five weeks ago. After a couple of days trying to phone the hospital – and remember peeps, that takes up some of my precious spoons leaving me with less for the children and home. Finally got them to take a message and to my utter astonishment the Prof’s secretary did actually phone me back the next day.
She said the ECG would be on his desk by today. (yep 5 weeks after the event where I was told results would be 10 days to 2 weeks). He will look it over in the next few weeks and I might get an appointment sometime the end of April, more likely the middle of May.
I know very well that for a full dx I need further tests; epinephrine and norepinephrine levels and possibly (though I doubt I’ll get this) standing dopamine levels. Cortisol and other adrenal function needs testing and going bt the massive yoyoing of my BP, I should be tested for baraflex failure.
So, chances of getting help in the next year or even 2 years looks unlikely; if it ever happens.
This is made a little worse by the fact I am watching someone with ME (although I suppose only have ME makes things simpler) who under private care is getting better. I don’t begrudge him this – I am really pleased for him. But it’s a bit wallflowerish watching the progress of someone else (who hasn’t been ill as long as me) while I am still slowly, but surely, getting worse. It’s just much harder to get through each day.
I have to accept that I can’t function in the afternoons, or much in the evenings unless I sleep in the afternoon, which was happening because I couldn’t prevent it – but now is back to just unbelievable fog and slowness and just can’t-do-itness.
Self pity is ugly, I know that, and I know, after this small surrender, I will grab back at the weapons and go back to fighting this multi-headed monstrosity of a disease set. It hasnn’t beaten me yet.
But I don’t think I should have to fight every day. Sometimes I need to be angry, fed up, frustrated and even be allowed a quiet cry in a quiet corner. If you are going through this too, then I know you will understand and be grateful you are not alone; honestly, you are not alone.
If you aren’t and you don’t – then please don’t judge and keep it to yourself will you?