Jun 162013
 

It feels strange that I’ll only be 26 for two more days. On Tuesday I turn 27. This is the first year I’ve felt like I’ve not really done anything of note- I got more ill and have spent more than half of it completely bed bound, but I’ve not been anywhere interesting, or done much.

Not sure what I’ll be doing on Tuesday. Have decided to get a nice takeaway that evening- either Lebanese or Sushi. I also want a birthday cake. Having a birthday cake is very important to me, especially since on my 16th birthday I didn’t get any (and I’d had two GCSE exams that day so my birthday being pretty much ignored didn’t make me feel better). Birthday cake is one of my favourite foods, especially with lots of nice icing.

I was torn between buying a new television or a new monitor (I’d saved a bit of money and got a refund from a cheap telly I tried and ended up not being as described- don’t say there’s a DVD drive if there isn’t!). I’ve ended up buying a 24″ Dell monitor, with a resolution of 1920×1200. I don’t like 16:9 resolution for my monitor (I need the extra height) and trying to find a 16:10 monitor these days is really difficult. This one has excellent reviews and I’ve bought a very good used version from Amazon to save about £40 on the new price, as it working is the most important thing to me. I’ll get the television in the future, probably around the time I get a Virgin box in my room (I’m well enough to watch stuff now and the streamed stuff isn’t quite as good as what I can get through the box). The new monitor will help me play World of Warcraft better and will make things a bit easier to see, so I’m looking forward to it. I could use the old monitor as a television temporarily (it has speakers and a HDMI connection) though I’m not sure I’ll be able to see it properly at a distance with my eyesight as screwy as it is.

My health has been variable. Had a good few days when it was really warm, then started going downhill a bit with lots of pain and mood swings and stuff. Was worried it was a relapse but it turns out I was about to start my period. First one that Johan has had to help me with (I have a Mirena coil which means I only rarely get periods- can go months or years without one) and he didn’t know what it was at first :P Luckily as I’m wearing pads anyway it wasn’t really any extra work for him. Seems to be nearly over so hopefully my body will settle down again, as I was enjoying not needing as many painkillers and hate being all moody.

The incontinence pads the NHS provided me aren’t absorbent enough. I think my urinary retention over the past year has stretched my bladder, as when it completely empties there is a lot of liquid- over a litre at a time. It’s rare I can get it to empty completely (have loads of issues with it) but when it does it was too much for those pads to deal with. Luckily I still have plenty of the ones I bought myself which can handle my bladder emptying, so am using them again until it’s sorted. Unfortunately my carer wasn’t able to explain to the district nurses the situation properly (I said we needed to change for more absorbent ones- she said I wanted to order more), so the district nurse said we’d contacted the wrong people and that I need another assessment as I think she didn’t know I’d just had one) so I’m going to ask the GP to sort it, if I ever see her.

It’s frustrating when I word things very carefully to make sure what I need is really clear and then people reword it to something that doesn’t mean the same thing at all. Happens all the time and means things end up harder than they should be. I’m not blaming the carer for this- she didn’t know that her wording wouldn’t work or that it was an issue for me, but it’s still frustrating anyway.

I have finished playing Katawa Shoujo (a romance visual novel set in a school for the disabled in Japan). My favourite route was probably Hanako’s, though I enjoyed all of them except maybe Shizune’s. Shizune is too manipulative and it brought up some bad memories. I sometimes got really frustrated with Hisao, the main character, as he often acted in ways that were too different from how I’d act. It was really enjoyable and I liked it a lot. It does contain sex scenes but they can be turned off (I still wouldn’t recommend it for kids though). I thought the portrayal of disability was pretty realistic, and I related a lot to Hanako, Rin and Emi (I have aspects of all of them, though Rin thinks closest to how I do).

I’ve also caught up with My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I enjoyed season 3, but felt the ending was too rushed and confusing. It should have been split into two episodes. I don’t mind the outcome too much, but would have preferred more explanation. I’m interested in Equestria Girls which is coming out today in the US, so might have to see that when I can.

Still nothing from the OT or a social worker yet. I’m frustrated that I’m doing so well in some ways, but I’m stuck in bed because I’m waiting for an assessment. It’s not safe for me to transfer without a hoist and I’ve fallen too many times now to risk it again. I also want to rearrange my powerchair assessment but I can’t do that until I know when I’ll be able to get out of bed again.

My hair is annoying me. It’s a few inches long now and sticks out everywhere. I can’t get it to behave. I think I want to shave it all off as I much preferred it shorter and I’m still not able to look after it properly (touch makes me really ill). My noise sensitivity isn’t as bad now and I can be more upright than before so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to get it done soon if I wear earplugs and things.

We watched the Sony presentation at E3 online, and have decided to get a Playstation 4. Johan has put in a preorder and I’ll be buying it for his Christmas/birthday present. It looks really good, and the price is lower than we were expecting. It’s the first console we’ve been so impressed by we want it as soon as it comes out. Will mean a bit of saving but not too much and it’ll be easily doable. Being bed bound has its uses. (The main reason I don’t just buy a hoist and things is I don’t know what ones to get without an assessment first- I’d be quite happy to buy what I need if I knew what it was I was meant to be getting. There’s also the problem of sorting out maintenance and stuff like that, where if I stick with NHS or Social Services they are responsible for it all.)

Hopefully I’ll hear something from someone soon. I’m starting to get bored in bed- I have been here nearly constantly since November so I think that’s understandable. If it does look like it’ll be loads longer then getting a television and things will at least make it more bearable. I’m happy that I’m nowhere near as ill as I have been- severe ME beats very severe ME any day :P

 Posted by at 7:51 am
Jun 052013
 

Danni wearing purple wig with pink at the front, surrounded by penguins.

I really like this photo of myself. Yesterday (Tuesday) I finally wore my wig, and I love it. I also got dressed and had my hair washed (took wig off for that). Had the best day I’d had in months so very happy. Bullet points for easiness.

  • I have a Tumblr now. Tumblr is cool. I’m at http://dannithepurplepenguin.tumblr.com/(Dannilion was taken) and I’m slowly figuring it out.
  • Still not spending much time on Twitter or Facebook. They are overwhelming. That is frustrating.
  • Spending lots and lots of time in World of Warcraft. Brilliant distraction.
  • Tiarna (my Gnome Mage) is now level 90. I now have two characters at level cap.
  • I saw the CFS team again. They are going to continue visiting me at home as long as I find it helpful. That is reassuring.
  • I need to see the GP again about stuff. Still getting kidney pain even though I’d been on antibiotics for the infection.
  • I have NHS incontinence pads/adult nappies now. First got sent the small which are tiny. Now have the medium which are too big but usable. Gateshead use Molicare, which are actually decent.
  • Still no sign of the OT. I wanna get out of bed!
  • Social services sent out a not-social worker to do my care review. Not-social worker quickly realised we need a full care review, not a quick “everything’s fine, sign here” as he was expecting. He said he’s going to yell at people for us. Made it clear we’re not coping.
  • Fortijuice seemed to help at first when mixed with lemonade, but then they made nausea really really bad. Need to contact dietician as I’m meant to be having three a day.
  • Eating has improved a bit, and I’ve gained some weight back, but food digestion seems broken. I’m bringing up food I ate over 12 hours later. And it’s still identifiable. And not nice at all. It’s also causing constipation.
  • My emotions have been all over the place for no apparent reason, though my mood overall has been good. Feels weird and frustrating, but it’s probably an M.E. thing.
  • My anxiety is still really bad. Still having panic attacks over things like the doorbell. Need to speak to GP about it as I have a solution (small quantities of benzos) but need to see if she’ll agree.
  • Am in ESA Support Group. That is a relief. Didn’t need a work capability assessment or anything.
  • Currently have Vicky and a new friend, Duck, staying over. This is nice. Duck is from Israel and is a big geek (and autistic).
  • Johan bought a bike. Then discovered he can’t ride up hills. We live in a very hilly area, halfway up a steep hill. We’re trying to figure out a solution.
  • The 24 hour Tesco has reopened. Johan can go there when it’s quiet (so late at night).
  • I need to catch up on Ponies and Doctor Who. Just need to have the right type of brainpower. I’m getting there though :)
  • I have a grade 1 (least serious) bedsore on my bum. Need to keep an eye on it as I don’t want the skin breaking. It hurts (and has done for a couple of days). I really need a profiling bed.
  • I think I’m finally accepting that I’m severely disabled. Still don’t feel it though. Just means I now get surprised when people do things that are easy for those who aren’t severely physically disabled to do that I struggle with or can’t do at all.
  • Dairy Milk Marvellous Creations Jelly Popping Candy Shells is the best chocolate. And seems really hard to get around here.

I’ve probably missed loads of stuff. Still not great at the whole communication thing but a little better than I was. I want to blog more so I’m hoping this improvement lasts so I’ll have the spoons to do it. We’ll see :)

 Posted by at 12:22 am
May 172013
 

I wish my body would make some sense sometimes. I can watch Doctor Who and go on computer and play World of Warcraft. This is all yay! I feel okay so long as I don’t try and sit up or be touched.

Not being able to sit up (I keep fainting- highly inconvenient) means I’m stuck in bed (also because we not got a hoist). Not being able to be touched without becoming really ill means I have to be really careful about being washed, dressed, or moved (I can roll and shuffle a bit on the bed, but that’s about it due to muscle weakness and stuff). Also means that there’s very little personal care that my carers can do (if I have too much done, I get really ill for too long so they no want to do that).

Brain hasn’t been working for writing stuff which means no emails, blog posts or tweets for ages. Very annoying.  Still not heard from the OT or Social Services. Still having problems with the neighbours. Missed my second appointment with wheelchair services and looks like I won’t be going until a hoist is sorted. Missed loads of other appointments too, and having to accept that I can only have home visits now as can’t get out.

Bought Desire Z as needed keyboard on phone. Not as easy as tablet to use but much better than trying to type on touchscreen with hands that don’t work properly.

Missed Autism Awareness/Acceptance Day/Month, and ME Awareness Day/Week. Also Blogging against Disabled Disablism Day. I wanted to participate but beyond my capabilities.

Apart from a meltdown caused by missing the wheelchair assessment (I’m pretty desperate now for a wheelchair that fits and works for me) not been too bad on days I’ve  not had a wash or changed clothes or had teeth brushed or anything. If I have, then I really really ill (and for a while afterwards). Trying to manage it in bits. Pad changes are the most I can cope with, and even then if touched too much then make ill. Carers do more touching than Johan which means I do better when he does changes. Too ill to teach carers how to do pad changes properly.

Saw good friend. Didn’t make too ill. Made happy. Was good. Hope to see good friend again soon.

Still think I’d be better at running the country than the present government, even with current brain problems. Least I know who to ask for help and what’s fair.

Sorry blog post broken like body. Hope for proper post as soon as brain works for writing again.

 Posted by at 3:00 am
Mar 242013
 

Not having the best week ever having acquired some form of infection that was making my temperature keep spiking at over 40C. Luckily it’s no longer doing that (instead hovering at 37.5C- higher than normal but not high) but I’m still rather ill with it, and need to remember not to move my head too much as it feels like it’s full of marbles and I get immense pain when I move it too quickly. Unfortunately Johan was too ill to contact the doctor for me so we don’t know what kind of infection (the wide variety of symptoms I had mean I could have been anything from kidney to gastrointestinal to ear, as I had symptoms of all of them) but it hasn’t killed me.

Cognitively I’m doing terribly. What I’m going to do is link a blog post I read today instead. I think I’ve read the same thing before, but it’s a funny metaphor for illness.

Disability is like having a Gorilla in your house

 Posted by at 8:54 pm
Mar 202013
 

Last year we moved from a large private 2 bedroom maisonette to a smaller council 2 bedroom flat as an upstairs maisonette isn’t practical when you can’t walk. Our medical priority for a council place only applied to two bedroom flats or bungalows, as the council said we needed two bedrooms for medical reasons. One of those bedrooms has now been classed as spare, despite the same medical reasons applying. We would not have received medical priority (so wouldn’t have moved as quickly as we did) had we bid on any one bedroom place.

This is a quick comparison on how much the council and we would pay had we stayed in our maisonette (we had an epic landlord who didn’t raise the rent above the rate of local housing allowance we’d get) and what we’ll be paying in our current flat. Not included: value of free pizza received from old epic landlord.

Private Maisonette Council Flat
Rent per week £90 £72.87
One bedroom local housing allowance rate £91.15 N/A
Housing Benefit paid £90 £62.67
Total shortfall to make up £0 £10.20
Cost to council over 1 year £4680 £3258.84
Cost to us over 1 year £0 £530.40

I know we were very lucky to get a large 2 bedroom maisonette for the one bedroom local housing allowance rate, but we wouldn’t have been penalised for it. It costs the council more to pay the one bedroom rate for a private let than it does to pay the full rent for our two bedroom flat, yet the way the bedroom tax works it’s going to push some people into private housing (as there simply aren’t enough smaller council properties available). Ultimately, it’s not going to save anyone any money, it’ll just make the poor poorer.

We also need to pay £90 a year council tax when previously we’d had the full amount paid as we were considered to be on a low income. That means we’ve got to find an extra £620.40 this year- I can promise you our benefits haven’t increased by anywhere near that amount!

 Posted by at 8:33 pm
Feb 272013
 

Another bullet point update post as not doing great.

  • Johan’s legs started working last Thursday as quickly as they stopped. Still no idea what caused it, but he’s better now. He got home on Friday.
  • I stayed at the care home for a couple of days to let him get settled. I got home on Monday.
  • Care home said they’d contact social services for me as we need to speak to them. Not heard since but will give it a few days.
  • I’m really not doing very well. It’s an odd thing- I can do more in some ways (be propped up more, go on puter, watch telly) but a lot of my symptoms are worse and my thinking brain is now very very bad. Not doing things doesn’t make things any better though.
  • I have 2 weeks now to get the ESA50 back. We’ve not started it yet. I won’t be able to help, but we have had an offer of help to fill it in so I have asked Johan to contact them soon about it.
  • I have lots of appointments coming up and no idea when any of them are as they’re not in the calendar. I’m scared.
  • I think I might need some help with my mental health soon. I’m having major issues dealing with things. Not sure what help there is for someone who can’t really hold a conversation though.
  • I visited Johan twice in hospital. The second time he gave me a penguin. His name is Phillip, he is very nice and he has blue feet.
  • Having a specialist profiling bed and an air pressure relieving mattress helped me massively. I’ve had an increase in my pain levels since I got home.
  • I lost more weight while I was in the care home. I’m now underweight by every measure. Johan has lost the contact details for the dietitian.
  • My ability to communicate is getting worse.
  • I’m still mostly happy, and I could be a lot worse.
  • Penguins definitely make me happy.
 Posted by at 7:53 pm
Feb 162013
 

A lot has gone on this week. It seems I really am improving. After going to the hospital for a scan last week, on Monday I went into the living room and watched Penguins: A Spy in the Huddle on BBC 1 (Penguins! Robotic Penguins with spy cameras! David Tennant narrating!) and was in there for a couple of hours. On Wednesday I watched a documentary in bed on my computer.

Wednesday afternoon Johan and I were discussing him going into Newcastle to pick up a few items the next day if the weather improved, as it was too icy to attempt it right then but he wanted to go out. A few hours later, Johan was having real trouble with his balance, and he felt quite weak. I demanded he get on my bed with me until it passed and we watched the documentary together. He was going to change my pad but when he tried to fetch one and the wipes he fell, lots. I made him rest a bit, and then he wanted a drink so tried to get to the kitchen to get one. He ended up crawling as his legs wouldn’t hold him but then he couldn’t get any of the bottles of pop so he couldn’t have one. It was about 8pm and I realised he wouldn’t be able to go open the communal door so we cancelled the carer.

A bit later he decided to try and go get something else. This time he basically fell off the bed and couldn’t even crawl. We realised that it was getting serious so after getting back on the bed (which was really difficult for him but he just about managed it) I asked Twitter what to do, as although I had a care call alarm using it means I become non-verbal (it’s stupidly loud) and I can’t use the phone as I can’t hear or speak properly on it. Twitter agreed he needed to be seen to urgently (he was also really dizzy and starting to become rather out of it by this point) and I was able to text 999 for an ambulance, which was interesting. They asked the same questions as they would over the phone, and it finished when the ambulance arrived.

The ambulance people (I get confuzzled between paramedic and technician so will call them that) were sensible and when we didn’t answer our buzzer to open the communal door (which I mentioned by text we’d not be able to do) they tried the other ones until someone opened it. Luckily our door was unlocked so they could get in. They did some basic tests, which were normal, then asked if Johan wanted to go to hospital. At this point I was really worried so said it would be best. Johan didn’t argue (he’s terrified of hospitals so I knew he really was ill then). Because of the icy conditions they weren’t able to carry him out (or use a wheelchair as the ramp was just ice) but they said they’d support him with walking.

Before leaving one of the ambulance men rang the emergency duty social worker to let them know Johan was going into hospital, and I’d need some help that night before I could sleep, things like a pad change (pretty urgent at that point), medication (which Johan wasn’t well enough to give me and was due after they left anyway), a drink as my hydrant was low, and stuff like that. They promised to contact someone and send someone out. The ambulance man was good and told them I’d not be able to phone, but gave them my mobile number so they could text.

They took Johan to hospital, leaving my flat door unlocked so whoever came would be able to get in, just after 10pm. I was a bit scared but more worried about Johan at this point. Johan didn’t have his phone as I forgot to make sure he had it and he was too out of it to remember. My sister Meggy was in A+E already when he arrived though (she has gallstones at the moment) and let me know on Facebook she’d seen him come in so I knew he was there safely. At around 1am I got a phonecall on my mobile, which I couldn’t reach to respond to,and the noise and anxiety it caused meant I could no longer speak. I didn’t get any text messages as promised.

I hunted out the text number for the emergency duty team (which took a long time as the website is really difficult to navigate now) and sent them a text message explaining what had happened, and that I still needed help. I got no response to that, either. By 3am I knew that Johan had been admitted as it was well over 4 hours since he’d gone into A+E, and it was what I was expecting anyway.

Around 4am I attempted to press the care call button as I was getting desperate (having had no medication since about 6.30pm, I had nothing to drink and a really dry mouth, my pad was so saturated I’d taken it off, and having wet the mat on the bed as my bladder had spasmed and I didn’t know I was peeing until I felt it going down my leg). Unfortunately I was doing really badly and no matter how hard I tried, I didn’t have the strength to push it. A bit useless then.

I put a call out on Twitter for some help as I wasn’t coping. Luckily Penni was feeling very brave and phoned the emergency duty team again. This time they said they’d ask the district nurses to come around and help me. I got a phone call on the landline this time (which is in the living room, and I can’t use anyway) but nothing else. Indigo Jo was now awake and offered to ring up again, which he did. He chased them up, they claimed they’d visited earlier but couldn’t get in the communal door (and they certainly hadn’t tried asking one of the other flats, as they’d rang no bells as I can hear 3 of 4 clearly and the fourth when it’s quiet). He kept chasing them and eventually he got told I was next to be visited.

Eventually the district nurses arrived. They rang one of the other flats to be let in after getting no response from my bell. When they got there they were apologetic that they’d taken so long. They were surprised I’d been waiting all night, as they only got the referral at about 5am (when Penni had phoned). They changed my pad, got me a drink, gave me my medication, offered me food and promised I’d get another visit soon and they’d arrange respite. They took my keys as well so they could get in easily. Indigo Jo offered to phone the hospital so Johan would know I was okay now and that I was going to go into a care home, which made me feel better as I knew he’d be worried, and meant I got an update on how he was doing.

I managed to nap a bit, and my favourite carer arrived as normal at 10am. She’d asked one of the other flats to let her in as she knew something was up when we didn’t respond to the bell. I explained a little what had been going on (I was typing on my tablet and as it’s broken it kept stopping, which was annoying) and she was worried. I wasn’t feeling up to anything so she went and sorted things in the kitchen, wrote in the book and after checking I was okay, left again.

After more of a nap (I was tired), the district nurses arrived again, with the duty social worker. They sorted out my medication and things, and then offered me a place in a care home around the corner from where I lived. After a quick Google to check it wasn’t run by the same people as the first care home I went to (it wasn’t), I agreed. They sorted out all my stuff, and I got into my wheelchair with a bit of help and after a few struggles trying to get it to tilt was settled in it. One of the nurses took my stuff up to the care home in their car, and the social worker and the other nurse took me in my wheelchair up to the care home.

The social worker was pushing me, and struggled a lot with the hill on the way (it’s pretty steep, but Johan would have managed it the day before). When we got to the care home things got sorted. The room I have had a normal single bed in it, but when I mentioned that I fall out of them and needed rails they said they’d replace it with a profiling (hospital style) bed. While they were sorting the bed out I got a little tour of the care home, and spoke to the social worker about things for a bit. They managed fine with me typing on my tablet, and were keen to make sure I was okay. The social worker left after a bit (he was nice) and my bed was ready so they hoisted me in. It was weird being hoisted and as I was having a bad day anyway and had been in my chair too long I started having a jerking attack, which one of the carers thought was a fit (it looks like one, but I had head control so I shook my head to say it wasn’t).

Once I was in bed they did everything they could to make me comfortable and make sure I was okay. I rested for a bit (and my speech came back), then sorted out asking someone to get stuff to Johan and fetch a couple of items I needed but had forgotten. Louise was able to help, and she came and sorted everything for me and Johan. She was brilliant and it meant Johan had his phone again so I could talk to him and see how he was. By this point he was feeling okay but his legs still didn’t work. He’d had a lumber puncture and was to have an MRI scan.

Things have been as okay as possible since. The care home staff are brilliant- they really want to do everything they can to make me comfortable, they ask me closed questions, and have made it really clear that if they can help in any way, they want to. The one thing they hadn’t told me was that the bed had an air flow pressure relieving mattress, where different parts of it inflate and deflate to move you slightly to prevent pressure sores. The first time it moved I was wondering what on earth it was, but I worked it out. It’s a little noisy but I can cope during the day and wear ear plugs at night when I want to sleep, and it is comfortable and for the first time in months I’ve not had sore hips from being on my side.

Johan is doing okay. He hated being stuck in bed, so asked about getting a wheelchair. They didn’t have any self propelling ones, so as my sister Becca had agreed to help me today she took my old, slightly broken up one for him to use. He’s glad to have the independence back, as he hated not being able to go to the toilet or anything. He had his MRI and all the results he’s had back so far, including the MRI, are normal so they’ve no idea what’s wrong. His legs are incredibly weak- he can barely move them and they won’t hold him up at all, but all feeling and stuff is normal. I get the same thing but that’s due to my ME, and he’s not got anything like that. It looks like he’ll be referred to a specialist neurologist which will probably be in the RVI in Newcastle. We don’t know how long he’ll be in hospital, but if his legs don’t improve soon we’ll have to make some changes at home, will need more care for both of us and things. It’ll be okay though whatever happens, though we both are praying he’ll be able to walk again soon.

Becca was brilliant. She’s going to spend a bit of time at our flat, so she can help us out for a little bit as it’s close to both the care home and the hospital. She brought my post (nothing really important) and as I had a really good day (the best since I first relapsed in November) she took me to visit Johan in hospital. That was brilliant for both of us, and we even managed to visit the restaurant :) For a beginner, she’s pretty good at managing my chair as well, especially as it’s really long and heavy.

We have learnt a few things from this. We’re going to try and sort stuff out while I’m in respite, as that’s easiest. We definitely need a key safe, and a better way of dealing with an emergency. Care home staff can be good. Hospital food isn’t that bad. Johan can tolerate needles if he has no choice. The big thing for me is how helpless I felt being left overnight- if I’d not been able to communicate with my tablet I dread to think what would have happened, as being non-verbal or unable to use the phone meant they didn’t help me as early as they should have, and I literally couldn’t do anything else to help myself. If I don’t have help, I go without a drink, a pad change, medication as I can’t do it (believe me, I tried). That’s what severe ME can be like.

We’ve had loads of support from friends on both Twitter and Facebook, and I’ve not been able to respond to most individually yet but we’re both really grateful. Loads of offers of help and if we’d not had it, I don’t know what would have happened. It’s been amazing. Thank you.

 Posted by at 2:09 am
Feb 092013
 
I'm out of bed! Yay!

Danni in the hospital restaurant

A quick update post, as a longer rambly post is beyond me.

  • I’m not as bad as I was. Still nowhere near good, or the level I was in November before the relapse started, but three pillows happens sometimes.
  • Johan went to London and met John and Hank Green, and saw Maureen Johnson. John said “hi” to me via Johan. I got the signed copy of The Fault in Our Stars that has John Green’s signature in purple sharpie and a green Hanklerfish.
  • Johan then went to Leeds to see his parents and met up with a friend. They had good noms.
  • Vicky stayed with me. It was good. I managed not to spend too long chatting to her, helped by having no speech when she arrived.
  • Vicky is good at the personal care thing, but there are areas that the dyspraxia really shows. Like wiping my bum. And spilling as much porridge on me as ended up in my mouth while she was feeding me.
  • Saturday (when Johan went to London and Vicky arrived) I was very ill. I nearly ended up going to A+E with urinary retention but my bladder decided to stop spasming in time. Was very painful, and I was worried it would cancel Johan’s trip.
  • Just after the last post, Matilda died. We bought a new, shinier motherboard and CPU, gave Johan the motherboard (I got his- the new one was the one up from the one he had) and I installed Windows and Kubuntu. It is much much faster than my old one. My computer is still called Matilda.
  • I’ve been very up and down. I go from complete paralysis to being able to go on Matilda, sometimes in the same day. Yay fluctuating illness!
  • I am one day away from Exalted with Golden Lotus and the Klaxxi in World of Warcraft. I’ve not been well enough to go in and finish it.
  • Many of my friends are leaving my guild in World of Warcraft as they want to raid more than my guild can offer :(
  • I’ve lost more weight. We need to tell the dietitian. She hasn’t sent the supplement prescription details to my GP for my GP to prescribe yet.
  • I’ve seen the GP. We have agreed I can take double tramadol when I need it so long as I don’t exceed the daily limit of 8 tablets. That is fine by me.
  • I went to the hospital for a scan. It was the first time I’d got out of bed (excluding the half getting out of bed to weigh myself followed by collapse that I’ve done a couple of times as I needed to check) since November.
  • The ultrasound was clear. That’s both good (there’s nothing seriously wrong with me in that area) and bad (we don’t know exactly what is causing my pain).
  • I managed the trip with lots of drugs (also how I managed the weighing myself) and because I was having a really good day anyway (for recently). We went to the hospital restaurant after the scan where I had a cup of tea and a pizza panini. The cup of tea was amazing, especially since everyone else had been drinking tea and I wanted it desperately.
  • The upstairs neighbours are still being very noisy and inconsiderate. I’ve not had a reply to my email yet so I need to redo it and send it to the housing office proper. I don’t have the spoons to do it.
  • Our opposite neighbour had his door smashed in. I was very brave and told the police (through Johan) what I heard. Considering the cyclizine had kicked in and I was half asleep when it happened and even more so when they arrived, I think that was why I managed it as I was too tired to panic.
  • There is a CCTV camera in the upstairs part of the block (in the communal area). We did not know this until the police asked Johan who owned it.
  • Buses are still more comfortable than ambulances when you have a wheelchair with decent suspension that tilts and reclines.
  • Johan has started taking Seroxat. He is getting some unpleasant side effects but hopefully they will ease off soon. We’re hoping they’ll help with the depression and anxiety.
  • Vicky brought up the idea that Johan may have ADD after watching how distracted by everything he gets when trying to do something (like packing for his trip). It makes sense. If nothing else, I’m going to look into the self help management techniques to see if they can help him now I’m not well enough to organise him.
  • I’ve been able to re-read some children’s books. But replying to Facebook messages is too hard. My brain fog is weird.
  • I got sucked into TV Tropes again for a week. I’ve only just got out, but it did lead me to read some fan fiction (with commentary) and start re-reading the St Clare’s books by Enid Blyton again.
  • I have forgotten loads of stuff from the St Clare’s books. Seems I remember Malory Towers better.
  • There is a load of bullying in the St Clare’s books. I missed that when I was a kid.
  • One of my favouritest people in the world has got engaged :D
  • I have amazing, awesome friends.
  • Johan is brilliant, and I can’t imagine being without him.
  • Penguins should rule the world. They’d do a lot better than silly humans.
  • Purple is the best colour.
  • Even my short updates end up really long. Guess I have a lot to say even in bullet point form.
  • I hope I’m getting better, but won’t know for sure for a few days.

I want to blog more but writing stuff is harder than reading it. So maybe I keep reading children’s books and if I’m stuck, I write with bullet points as it seems my blog posts end up just as long anyway :)

 Posted by at 9:13 am
Jan 232013
 

I’m still stuck in bed. Sitting up isn’t working, moving is difficult and most of my symptoms (apart from light sensitivity) are still really bad. Because of this, we moved my desktop computer (called Matilda) into my bedroom temporarily so that I have a decent machine to use.

I had been trying to use my laptop (Annika) but as she’s over 5 1/2 years old and a bit broken, it was rather frustrating and meant I couldn’t do as much as I wanted to. Playing games wasn’t working as the lag was making my motion sickness really bad. Reading stuff was easier on my tablet, and typing was an issue as the wireless keyboard I used with it was too lightweight so kept moving when on me and I couldn’t be propped up enough to use the laptop keyboard comfortably.

I know the most likely reason I’m not improving like I’d normally do. Our upstairs neighbours are still causing a lot of noise every other night which makes me more ill. I have managed to send an email to the housing officer but have yet to have a response. Writing that email made me feel terrible though, and it’s not the only communication thing I have to do (I can write blog posts as they’re just a brain dump- emails need to be properly written and that requires more brain power than I really have).

I have not seen my GP yet. Johan tried to phone her before Christmas but we never got a call back, and he’s been too anxious to try again. I really need to speak to her as the dietician prescribed supplements and I need stronger painkillers (we’ve had to resort to doubling my tramadol when it’s unbearable, as it’s less risky than going to hospital for morphine). I also really need to get my bladder issues sorted, as while I don’t mind wearing incontinence pads for now, I don’t want to need them for too long if I don’t need to. They have made a massive difference though, and I’m less sore than I was using the bedpan.

The care agency is still messing us around. I need to complain but I haven’t got the energy. What we need is support with communication and appointments- someone to help us with sorting paperwork (now I’m no longer well enough to do it), telephoning people, helping us write emails, making appointments, informing people of our needs (I have an ultrasound next month and they say to phone them if you might need help getting on the bed- we need to let them know that and that I’ve got a big wheelchair as the waiting room is really small). I asked and asked for help finding someone but we got nowhere, and now I’m too ill to do it. I knew this situation would occur but that doesn’t matter to anyone like social services.

We’ve had some good news. Scottish Power asked for our meter readings, and though it took Johan a while to actually get them (anxiety and forgetting) once we gave them they have reduced our direct debit as we’re well in credit and it was set too high. It was already quite a bit lower than at our old place so this flat must be better insulated and stuff. That’s an extra £25 a month which will come in handy. We’re also getting two cold weather payments as it’s been so cold (and I’ve had to ask Johan to turn the heating up as my nose was getting cold- indoors in bed). I’ve decided to use them for bedding as I’ve seen some awesome rainbow ones online that are the type I’ve been looking for for years, and since I spend so much time in bed it will help.

Having Matilda in here is helping me so much. We have my big monitor on my overbed table, my mouse on a pillow and book on the bed and my keyboard propped up on me with penguin pillow. I need to work out the best way to have the keyboard as my tummy gets a bit sore with it poking me in my tummy, but it’s loads better than the laptop. I managed to play a bit of World of Warcraft and SimCity Social earlier, which was made possible by it not being as jerky. It also means I can get on Facebook properly again, and I’ve loads of things to respond to from the last couple of months that I’ll try and get through in the next week or so. I’m hoping to start building up my ability to watch videos and things- probably start with short YouTube videos then go from there. I’m going to have to be careful not to overdo it, but it’s massively improved my mood.

I think the hypersomnia may be calming down a bit. My sleeping pattern is completely off again because of it (hence me writing this at twenty to six in the morning) but I’m trying not to worry too much about that. It will fix itself at some point. Right now I’m just sleeping when I need to sleep, and being awake when I can. I’m still not eating enough, but managed a couple of meals of actual food (rather than just yoghurt and milkshake) and though it’s exhausting and I can’t do it everyday yet I’m hoping to build that back up too. It’s frustrating as if we didn’t have the neighbours causing so much noise I’d probably be doing better like I was the last few times I relapsed. At least I’m not right at the bottom.

We’ve had snow. Lots of it. Johan went out a couple of times but I think he doesn’t want to go too far while it’s bad. I’ve been impressed by the Sainsbury’s delivery guy for not being that late despite getting stuck somewhere else (we got a phone call telling us he’d be late, something we were expecting anyway). I’ve seen photos and when it was snowing heavily one evening Johan pulled the blind up so I could watch it properly. That was awesome, as it was lit up by the street lamps so not too bright but it was beautiful falling.

Johan is not doing great, though it could be worse. His anxiety is really bad (which is why he can’t contact the GP or anyone else) and his brain has been mean to him at times. I wish it was as easy to fix as my bad night was- we fixed mine by giving me a double dose of tramadol as it was all pain related. He’s had a few projects though which I think have helped a bit. He’s built a media centre server out of spare parts we had laying around (he bought a new case and CPU cooler from the local computer shop but that was it). He managed to get his broken monitor working again. Since he brought my computer in here and I can only have one monitor for now, he’s borrowing my desk and my other monitor and now has a four monitor setup, and I think he’s plugged into the telly as well. Things like that seem to help, even if only for the short term.

Johan is going to London to see John and Hank Green (vlogbrothers) very soon. He’s planning on going to Leeds afterwards to see his parents as he’s not seen them for far too long. Vicky is coming to stay with me while he’s gone, which is good as she’s had some experience in personal care (including bathing me when I was severely depressed) and is not someone who makes me worse. My main issue is going to be remembering not to talk to her too much as it’s tiring and accidentally spending all night chatting has happened before.

Overall I’m not as bad as I could be, thanks to ear plugs, ear defenders, and Johan. I’m frustrated that any attempt to increase my pillows fails so getting out of bed isn’t going to happen for a bit (which means the ultrasound that’s meant to happen next month is probably going to be interesting, though I’m determined to make it if I can as I need my biliary system checking). If I’m careful I can play some games, read some blogs and children’s books, and sometimes eat solid food that needs chewing. I still can’t listen to music with lyrics or anything too complicated but I’m hoping that’ll improve soon. I have loads of TV programmes to catch up with when I’m able to watch them :)

My penguins keep me going. Johan plays with them for me when I’m not doing great and it helps a lot. Penelope is definitely the head of the family. Penguin still loves flying and trying to get his own way (and often failing). Poseidon wants to learn about everything, and has started using Twitter. Purple Penguin is just happy about everything, and often goes exploring (usually under the bed). Po and Purple Penguin went out with Johan and got to experience snow. Po decided it was too cold (he is a baby emperor penguin and they normally stay on daddy’s feet at his age, though as it’s warm in my flat he can explore more) and Purple Penguin thought it was brilliant. I am glad they went out in it even if I couldn’t.

 Posted by at 6:24 am
Jan 142013
 

Thanks to my ME and the brain fog and cognitive issues that come with it, I have a few issues with language that I never used to have. I forget words, muddle them up, say the wrong thing. I get a dyslexia like problem where words get jumbled up on the page and so I misread them, so my understanding of them isn’t great. It happens both with written and verbal communication, reading and writing, speaking and listening. Sometimes this is funny, sometimes it’s embarrassing, most of the time it’s frustrating.

Autism also brings its own language stuff to the table. I still take things literally when initially hearing them, though I can now “translate” most common figurative phrases into their actual meaning. I struggle to adapt what people have said to make it fit my personal situation (that caused more of a problem at college than it does now). Sarcasm is often a struggle- I sometimes understand it, and can even use it, but other times I take what is said seriously. As is often the case with autism, my ability to process language is variable day to day (or hour to hour). ME just makes things all the harder.

I love language. I like to play with it, changing words into forms that sound nice and feel nice to say, repeating words I like over and over (bananas!). Johan and I can judge each other’s moods based on how we’re using language. When I was younger I was called a walking dictionary due to my like of using new words I’d discovered that most people didn’t seem to understand and knowing the meanings of loads of unusual words, but now I stick with a vocabulary that is mostly understood by those who I want to communicate with.

How language is used interests me. As my main source of information at the moment is Twitter, I see most things in bite sized chunks (very good for a foggy brain). Some of what I see I agree with, some of it I don’t. I wanted to write a bit about it now. (I’m sorry if this isn’t very clear or coherent, I’m still waiting for a good day to happen and wanted to write it now.)

The main use of language is communication. For me, the meaning and intent of the communication is the most important thing, as although language can be beautiful in itself, it’s the communication that makes itself useful. I mostly don’t worry about the actual words used so long as the meaning gets across. There are exceptions to this. I don’t like the use of language that is used offensively to imply a group of people are inferior to others in some way (racists insults, the r-word, things like that). I do like people to determine their own language to describe themselves, even claiming back words that were previously used offensively (crip and mentalist are two that are used quite a bit by those I follow on Twitter). What I dislike most though is the use of language to exclude people.

There are a few areas where language is being discussed in the communities I’m part of. In the autism community, there’s the removal of the diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome from the DSM 5. I consider all those diagnosed with Asperger’s to be autistic (as it’s classified as an autism spectrum condition, and where the line is drawn between Asperger’s and autism seems to depend more on who diagnoses you than your actual pattern of skills and difficulties). There are some who disagree with this. I don’t like the term Aspie for myself, but don’t get upset when others use it. My personal preference is to be described as autistic- I believe that fits me best, as a distinction made based on my language abilities as a toddler doesn’t exactly have much bearing on my abilities as an adult. I get slightly irritated when someone describes me as having Asperger’s Syndrome (as that’s not how I describe myself) and quite a bit more irritated when someone describes Johan as having Asperger’s (as that’s not even his diagnosis) but I’m mostly irritated at those who think that having Asperger’s is better than having autism (or better than being neurotypical, or neurodivergent in other ways), as I believe that’s wrong (everyone is equal to me).

In the ME community, it’s the name itself that’s the main issue. There isn’t a universally agreed name for the illness, which sucks. My diagnosis was originally given as myalgic encephalomyelitis, but has also been described as chronic fatigue syndrome. In quite a lot of places the two terms are put together. Some doctors use myalgic encephalopathy. It has loads of other names too. Some people dislike it being called ME as it’s not obviously accurate. Quite a lot of people dislike the term chronic fatigue syndrome because it trivialises a serious debilitating illness and makes it sound not that bad. My view is I prefer ME as it is taken more seriously by doctors and is closer to describing the condition, but I really don’t have the energy to get into massive arguments about the name as I’m too busy trying to live with and try and get better from it. I meet pretty much every set of criteria for ME or CFS I’ve seen, and I know some of the issue is that some people are diagnosed with CFS who don’t have the same illness as those with ME (some of whom may have other, possibly more treatable conditions) and that’s been used to promote treatments that are harmful.

Although the name is important (as it does affect attitudes), some people seem to believe it’s the most important issue, and if you don’t agree with them you’re not good enough. I’ve seen comments along the lines of all those diagnosed with CFS aren’t as ill as those with ME (which one you get diagnosed with is more to do with who does the diagnosing) and that if you combine the two (as I do sometimes to be inclusive to those with either diagnosis) it’s the worst thing ever. It’s draining. I’m far more interested in effective treatments and a cure, as having a name that everyone agrees with, though good, wouldn’t do much to take away the pain, weakness, muscle spasms, jerkiness and other horrible symptoms I have. Using the name to exclude people from the community and possible sources of support is really sucky.

In the general disability community, there are other language discussions that come up. A big one is about person first language. That’s where you consciously say a person with <autism/deafness/etc.> rather than an <autistic/deaf/etc.> person. The claim is that it puts the person before the disability. I’ve mostly heard this from non-disabled people, but I’m sure there are disabled people (or people with disabilities) who believe this. For me, I believe this is very individual. I consider being autistic (and being disabled) part of my identity. I’ve always been autistic, and as it is a difference in my neurology it affects how I perceive the world. For this reason I normally call myself autistic, the same way I’d say I’m tall. I’m not strict with it though, and will sometimes say I have autism if it fits better with what I’m saying (just like I can say I’m blue-eyed or I have blue eyes, and both are accurate). I’ve been yelled at (by someone without a disability) for calling myself autistic before, and feel that was very much wrong as it’s my identity and they were trying to force their beliefs on me in an area which directly affects me.

I feel different regarding the ME. As it’s an illness that causes disability, rather than just a disability like autism is, I don’t see it as part of my identity. So I pretty much always say I have ME. Others will probably disagree and may see their illness as part of their identity, and that is their right and I will respect that, and will try to remember what language they prefer (and hopefully they’ll take my disability into account and be forgiving if I mess up sometimes). I know people who feel strongly both ways on person first language and other issues, but so long as everyone is respectful and agrees that what is right for an individual is determined by that individual, then all is good.

The biggest reason for wanting to write this blog post (though I’d been wanting to talk about all the above for a while) is because of some recent conversations I’ve been seeing on Twitter. Most of these are in more general equality communities (feminists and such) rather than specifically disability related, but disability politics and language is obviously involved in it. It’s regarding using language as a tool to exclude people from a community, and ultimately from equality.

The first way I’ve seen it happen is by using language that is offensive towards a group of people, while claiming to be for equality for all. I’m not going to go into any specific examples but feminists who use language that insults transpeople is an example. Now I believe that intention is a big part of communication, and this may occur accidentally. If it was unintentional, I believe the best thing to do (when it’s pointed out to you) is apologise, and try not to repeat the same mistake. Those you insulted may be angry, but I believe most people have good intentions and if you can do your best to learn from it, then it should calm down. Of course, this may also be done intentionally, because unfortunately some people don’t believe everyone is equal and some people believe that if you’re attacked the best thing to do is to attack others, in which case you’ll have a very angry group of people and hopefully the law can step in if it goes too far. I also believe you should challenge the opinion, not the person. Responding to hate with hate just makes more hate.

Now I’ll admit here that I don’t fully understand the concept of privilege as used by those in the feminist/equality community. I know that as a white, literate, disabled female in the UK I have privilege due to my skin colour, literacy, and living in a “developed” country with a welfare system, but men and those without disabilities have privilege above me cos I’m a disabled woman. I’m guessing it’s more complicated than that but I’ve yet to find an easy to understand explanation (I especially don’t understand how my privilege works regarding my sexuality, as I’m bisexual but most people assume I’m heterosexual).

That brings me on to the second way I’ve seen language used to exclude people. I’ve seen some people in the feminist/equality community use lots of jargon and terminology, and if you don’t understand it then you aren’t a proper feminist and you can’t be a good ally or whatever. That attitude excludes a lot of people. For me, it scares me from even getting involved in any conversations as I’m so terrified I might make a mistake and someone will get angry at me (and I’m not the only one who feels that way). It excludes those who for whatever reason don’t have the level of education needed to understand those terms. It excludes those with learning disabilities. There will be others as well. This is especially upsetting for me when it happens regarding disability issues as so many in the community have difficulty in using standard language to communicate to begin with. The insistence that everyone uses the same jargon (with the assumption that everyone has the ability to understand and use it) is very scary for someone with mild language and cognitive difficulties and anxiety. There are also those who play the “I have it worse than you” card, often without knowing the full situation of the other party, and believe they can never understand if they’ve not experienced the exact same difficulties. I believe that everyone is equal and want to help make the world safe and happy for everyone, no matter what differences or similarities they have, but I’m scared to do much as I’m afraid of being attacked by those who say they have the same aims as me.

I wish I knew a solution to this. There are things that could improve matters. Making information about feminism and other equality subjects more accessible for those with learning disabilities by using plain language and easy to read formats would help a little bit. Understanding and tolerance go a long way. Learning the best way to deal with bullies, fun suckers and trolls (who exist in every community, unfortunately) would help for some situations but I’m guessing that often depends on the situation.

On a personal level, I’m just going to do my best to treat everyone like a human being who deserves equality. I’ll make mistakes, but I hope to learn from them. Some of those lessons may be embarrassing and/or painful, but I hope in the long run they’ll make me a better person. No matter what, I have as much right to be here as any other person on this planet.

 

 Posted by at 12:13 am