“Wired but Tired”

I recently got some information sent to me about Mitral Valve Prolapse from a close friend.  This was the first time I had ever read something about MVP that has been written from a holistic approach.  I find it very interesting especially considering how  each paragraph really captures exactly how my body acts/ reacts.

People with mitral valve prolapse seem somehow to be wired differently. Their autonomic response can be much more volatile and unstable, as if set on hair-trigger, so that normal stresses and surprises set off an exaggerated response, flooding their systems with stress hormones called the catecholamines. In fact, there may not be a specific stressor–autonomic fluxes may occur unpredictably like internal weather changes. In some ways this could be defined as a catecholamine disorder. The principal catecholamines are epinephrine and adrenaline. People with mitral valve prolapse are intermittently and unpredictably awash in their own catecholamines. This leaves them alternately innervated and exhausted–“wired but tired” is a common feeling.

There are so many levels to what I experience physically and mentally each day, and I am usually distracted by doing detective work on the ever illusive autoimmune diseases.  Yet, I am begininng to realize more and more that my heart problems aren’t so clear cut.  This actually gives me hope.  I feel like I still have some power over things… power to change.  Power to evolve and create a healthy heart in the face of so many health care professionals that hung up their hats and said to me “scar tissue will never go away”… just like that, it is what it is and it ain’t gonna change Lauren. Well, I believe now more than ever I have the power to make changes.  The article goes on to explain what one could to to manage their MVP.  I actually do everything they suggest… no joke!  I work so hard at cognitive therapy (I go to a pain therapist to change the way my body reacts to internal changes, we try and regulate these things).  I am working so hard I look forward to seeing some changes on the outside soon…

Here is the rest of the article.  It is an interesting read. (Thanks Jackie)

End of year cleansing?

So incredibly sick all night long. In bed since this morning when I could finally rest my body. I feel like I got an ab workout with the amount of puking that’s gone on. Yikes.

I’m choosing to look at this in a positive way, like maybe my body is getting rid of all the toxins, the scary memories, the unpleasant things that happened this year. It sure did look toxic (Ew). My body doesn’t want to hold on to that stuff, it wants to be free and healthy.

I’m so ready for 2010.

Breakdown

There is one word to describe my state as I write this at 4:45 am. MESS.

I’m absolutely exhausted. I need another word for exhausted. The past two nights I’ve been awake in pain and discomfort.

Something’s definitely been “off” lately. Over this last week I’ve noticed my body isn’t in sync. As if it’s gone a little haywire and can’t seem to regulate itself. There could be a thousand reasons why. I’m upset over a bunch of things and maybe they are taking their toll.

Last night my anxiety and panic attacks reached a new level. I felt suffocated, my chest was heavy, and I was so confused. It stretched into today and tonight as well.

I am writing this in a fetal position on my couch. Tonight my stomach started in. It’s been so painful. Im naush and drained. Luckily I can control it with injections of Dilaudid but I really hate the way it makes me feel, it also makes the anxiety ten times worse. At this point I’ll take it… Anything is better than the ER.

I’m so distraught. I just want to get it together. I also need sleep so so badly.

The true meaning of these holidays

Soak up every minute you get to spend with your loved ones this time of year.

We always find ourselves caught up in every day life, we may get annoyed at small things, or family gatherings may bring anxiety for some… but at the end of the day anyone who has family (or friends you consider family) is incredibly lucky. I’ve heard those words since I was very young and I find that I’m amazed at the truth at the very core of this idea. The opportunity that family gives you to love and be loved unconditionally is the real gift to be thankful for.

Take this time to really get to know the people you love.  Go passed the surface because this is what you’re made of.  Soak in the time you have together.  It will be the small things you remember most if they ever leave this earth before you.  The way they laugh,  things they don’t like, the way they smell, their mannerisms,  the way you feel when you are around them…

Right now one of my most favorite people on this planet is in a hospital bed.  It happened so fast.  I’m not sure she knows it’s Christmas but I wish so badly I could sit down to a comforting meal tonight with her at the head of the table.  From the outside she is my grandmother, but Gela is so much more to me. Always has been.  I’m heartbroken but it’s bittersweet because I’ve spent this time thinking about everything she’s given me that I carry on as I grow into my own person living my own life.  It doesn’t stop at stubborn, but that key trait is what kept me going even in the darkest hours of my illness and limitations.

I am very hopeful, and I truly believe that she will be ok.  She has to be.  She is so gangsta she could get through anything.  I’m sending all of my love to her.  I hope you can too.

Trauma

I have been meditating a lot on this idea of TRAUMA lately.  I’m certainly affected by everything that’s happened but the trauma… well that is the gift that keeps on giving.  When I knock out one obstacle there always seems to be a new and exciting one waiting for me.  I’m not complaining here, more like marveling at the layers upon layers of the human psyche that are affected by events in our lives.  We humans are pretty incredible.

Trauma is also what’s kept me away from writing.  I’m stuck.  In a funk.  Sad and frustrated.  I get like this when I’m overwhelmed with information.  Two events have recently pushed my “trauma” button that made all of my hard work to get to a “good” place seem useless.  When that button gets pushed I am right back to raw terrifying feelings.  I go back to fear and obsessing over small things like trying to find the exact moment the scarring started to suffocate my heart muscle.  “If I could just see the time, the place, the day, what I was doing….”  what then, Lauren?  Well, realistically nothing would be different.  Knowing is a control thing I guess.

It was clear that I was better in September.  I was so happy, full of confidence in my body again.  It didn’t take more than a sentence to crush me that day at my cardiologist. Actually, it didn’t take more than three words “open heart surgery”.  Button pushed.  The weeks since then have been tumultuous.  How does someone live when you know that’s looming?  Then, a new Rheumatologist last week.  Certain truths were brought to my attention and I felt so sad for myself. Mistakes that may have been made by certain other doctors in the past.  Mistakes that may have been avoided if I had just chose to see someone else or if I was just more in control at the time…  The button was pushed and this time I just felt so sad for my body.  For everything I’ve been through. For the doctors I’ve trusted that let me down.  This is one of those times I cried myself to sleep thinking “I didn’t do anything to deserve this. It’s so unfair”.

Maybe it’s better I don’t write when I’m like this.  I like to contain negativity not spread it.  Although I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said I was always fine.  Trauma and sadness is a very real part of my life right now.

A Newer New Rheumatologist/ Take 5

A constant subject here is my quest for a Rheumatologist.  I have had terrible experiences in the past with this particular breed of doctor and I find it is a very hard job to fill in my overall picture of health. I have lost trust in doctors because of some of these dudes.

You see, my illness is so rare that quite often these doctors guess and suggest medicines (many of them toxic) to treat the symptoms without ever fully grasping the weight of the underlying problem (in my opinion, of course).  I cannot tell you how many times I have made a decision to take a medication putting my trust and my health in the hands of a Rheumatologist only to see a different one cringe when I tell them about it.

It is a terrible feeling to find out that you were misguided, but worst of all to feel you are not taken seriously as I experienced when I was in severe heart failure and my Rheumatologist of six years brushed me off numerous times telling me it was “anxiety” (but that’s another story for another time).

This will be my fourth Rheumatologist that I visited two days ago.  I could tell from the start that he just “got it” –as much as anyone can “get” these diseases.  I felt I was able to have an intelligent conversation with him, he asked tons of smart questions, and seemed caring but totally business at the same time.  After I finished my 20 minute monologue of my health history, he is the only Rheumatologist to date that hasn’t looked at me with fear or intimidation or confusion in his eyes.  This makes me feel I am in capable hands at the very least.

I left there feeling optimistic but also quite upset.  I know I can’t do this to myself but I couldn’t help but wonder if I had found him sooner.  If it was him I was seeing for the past seven/ eight years… would he have prevented my heart from getting scarred?  Would he have put me on a path early on to proactively watch this aggressive illness?  I always felt I wasn’t “sick enough” for my other Rheumatologist to take me seriously.  I can’t help but wonder how things would be different.  It sucks.

It is also quite unsettling that he had a puzzling look on his face when I told him I was put on 60 mg of Prednisone (the Roids) last year and have since been tapering off (ended in September).  He could not believe my current doc had given me such an unbelievably high dose!

C’mon people.  This is my life!  I was a maniac mess on those steroids.  I can’t believe once again I was at the mercy of a doc who didn’t know what he was doing and just couldn’t admit it and hand me off to someone else.  Instead I was put at risk AGAIN.  Here’s hoping the new guy doesn’t disappoint.

He prescribed me new meds to take for the next two weeks for pain.  Let’s see how this goes.

Oh, did I mention he said my symptoms sound more like Fibromyalgia?  Nothing like getting a new diagnosis!  More on that to come…  my head is spinning.

Relief? Soon?

Acupuncture brought me the greatest relief yesterday.  It was an intense session seeing I hadn’t been able to make it last week.  My acupuncturist got to as many trigger points as possible and it hurt, but in that good way when you get a massage… you just know that this has to be releasing something “bad”.

I felt great lying on that table with all of those needles sticking out of my back.  It was the most relief I had gotten through all of this –including the serious pain med that I take through injection.

Last night I was so beat from the treatment I went to bed at 9 pm.  Unheard of for me.  I slept the whole night.

I know something is working because I am insanely sore today.  I am moving verrrry slow. I actually woke up in tears from the pain.  Let’s see how the day goes…

I have an appointment with a(nother) new Rheumatologist today.  I am preparing myself for the worst since all these guys are beyond disappointing.  It’s interviewing someone to take care of you, watch your disease and take a proactive position.  All the ones I’ve visited have been called ‘The Best” which in my opinion has come to mean nothing.  Experience has shown that if they are in the New York’s Best Doctor’s annual issue stay away!  Those are the worst ones.

Wish me luck.

No Limits

Started to feel like a person again yesterday.  I had energy, and my body hurt only a little compared to what has been going on this previous week.  So what did I do?  I did everything I had been wanting to accomplish in the past week in one day.  I push my body to the limit!  Walked to the grocery store, went shopping, cooked, anything to prove to myself that I can still do things!

Paying for it now but it felt so so good.

In bed today.  Happily achy.