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Fear & Small Fiber Neuropathy

Fear & Small Fiber Neuropathy

Fear. It’s almost all consuming today. For the past week or so I’ve had this uncomfortable buzz in my arms. It starts on my shoulders blades and goes down the backs of my arms, then swirls above my wrists and onto the palms of my hands.

I’ve never had this type of symptom before, but I recognize the pain. It feels like being shocked from an outlet. A million years ago my hand slipped when I was plugging in a lamp, and my fingers pushed forward and made contact with the prongs when they were already part way into the outlet. A zap that made me jump and hurt like hell; electricity. That’s what this feeling is running down my arms, and with each day that passes it gets stronger. I have so many different weird things that happen to my body that I’m never surprised when something new pops up. But when it stays, I get worried. Now with this feeling buzzing through me non-stop I’m starting to get really scared.

At my last neuro visit my doc talked to me about getting genetic testing. He said the words amyloid and genetic and I remember thinking ‘huh?’. ย After a decade of being sick and eventually KNOWING what was wrong with me, (dermatomyositis and small fiber neuropathy) I wondered why I’d never heard these words before in relation to me. He asked if I wanted to be tested to see if my small fiber neuropathy was amyloid or genetic. Or amyloid and genetic?? I was nervous and my brain was so busy thinking that when I left that appointment I was like, what did he say?? I hate that when I do that. I should record my doc visits because I do that a lot; I get home and try and recall the conversation and yah…

It’s been a few months since my new neurologist said the words amyloid and genetic, and I said yes to the testing but I heard nothing back. I’m guessing my insurance said no to it. I figured, well the next time I see him I’ll be prepared. I’ll look it up and have questions. And time went by. Now- the buzzing arms. I looked up amyloid and didn’t like what I saw. It sounded like me. In all of my reading over the past 5 years or so, I never saw the word ‘amyloid’ anywhere, but if I did I would’ve known 5 years sooner. It fits. All of the crazy squeezing sensations, feeling like I’ve a compression stocking over my body and it’s squeezing like a snake, the immediate sensation of super-gravity; feeling like I’m being pulled into the ground with g-force like pull and having to go flat to relieve it….it’s hard to live life if you have to keep laying down. All of the weird dysautonomia stuff. I’m going to have Big C go in to the appointment with me tomorrow. I need his brain, his memory retention lol, and the moral support.

Alright it feels good to write it down. I’ll be back. ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

 

 

What’s AAAAAaaahp!

What’s AAAAAaaahp!

Another year has gone by without me blogging. Not once people! I think if I’m going to keep writing (and I should) this blog has to evolve, because I have. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’m now 10 years in to the spoonie/chronic/wtf lifestyle and life is much different than it was in 2007. Matter of fact everything has evolved in these last 10 years. Seems like just yesterday I bought one of first cell phones that had a camera in it. My best friend made fun of me because it was really weird looking in the hinge where the phone flipped…yes, flipped. ?ย I’ve been feeling very nostalgic lately….

This year I’ll be turning the big five o. I was telling Big C the other day, what the hell has happened to the time?! It feels like I’ve been ripped off these past 10 years. Everyone says the 40’s are the best years! You’re kids are grown or are close to leaving the nest so you have more freedom, you’ve worked your ass off to get where you are in your career (so hopefully you’re not living paycheck to paycheck like in your 20’s and 30’s even) you might be done with apartment living in and your own home….etc. But I feel like I was robbed. I got sick when I was 39 and my entire 40’s was filled with sickness, pain, anxiety, fear, and suffering. Those things kinda put a damper on recognizing and living in the moment. It’s kinda hard to explain, but I don’t feel that I’ve grown as a person, I feel like I should be turning 40 instead of 50, but it is what it is. ๐Ÿ˜‰

This last year I’ve said goodbye to a few friends after the fact, as they passed quickly and unexpectedly. We all know that we’ve got a greater chance of dying before we hit old age due to disease, but when it happens it’s still such a great shock. I miss them like crazy. It’s brought me to a place where I’m thinking about my own mortality. Would I be happy with my life as I lived it if I died today? No. So I’m making some changes. I’m trying to be more present. Trying to get a little more healthy; changing the things I can control.

Aight. I’ll be back. Baby steps…

 

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