People in Hell Want Ice Water But Do They Get It? This is Dysautonomia!

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If you’ve ever read some descriptions of hell you will soon recognize the recurrent theme, i.e. a thirst that can never be quenched, hunger that can never be satisfied no matter how much one eats; a sense of eternal torment.

There is no mistaking now that Dr. Slow-as-Molasses is no longer acting in my best interest, as he has plastered his unequivocal lack of support on the Patient Portal. I read it early this morning having had the rude awakening of more of the same dysautonomic symptoms, and then logging on and reading this BS from him sure didn’t help matters.

The pen is mightier than the sword, and in a blithe little paragraph this doctor took it upon himself to leave me in a state of eternal thirst, fatigue, queasiness, and generalized agony when he could easily have made a different decision. Well, two can play that game, and I’ll bet I have a much better case to make. Yup, it takes a big man to take out your passive-aggressiveness on a disabled woman of 5 ft. 2. What a weasel.

I’m sure the Emory peanut gallery is pleased that he decided to become a company man and there is much slapping on the back and high-fiving going on behind the scenes, but his “reasons” for this refusal are no leg to stand on.

In his written message he stated that;

“As promised, I did speak with Daria (from Gentiva) at length. Unfortunately, we agree that based on your current status, there is not a HHN service that is appropriate for you at this time since you do not require any skilled nursing services based on anything they observed at any of their visits, or anything that came up during you(sic) recent visit with me.

She does recommend an aide/CNA that the social worker was working on.

I would also stongly recommend that you consider an assisted living or nursing facility where you could have more assistance, if a family member cannot come to stay with you.”

Apparently this was posted on March 3rd at 2:45 PM. I didn’t get an email notification until much later. By the way, I spoke with Daria and his account of the conversation was not entirely accurate. She actually wanted me to be recertified but could not do anything without him to write the plan and since he failed to give her one, it didn’t happen. Unlike Dr. Do-Little, she wants to see me receive care in my home and not further traumatized by being ripped away and whisked off to some facility where I could be further victimized. She’ll gladly work through another doctor now. I have a few choice words that would make a sailor blush regarding his “strong recommendation”. Hmm. How convenient for him! Great way to get out of doing his job. Clearly he could care less about me, allowing me to suffer since I got out of Piedmont in late November, untreated for this condition. 

Well since he controlled the entire conversation when I went to see him with his silly visual aid and telling me how much he didn’t support me, and take my symptoms seriously, striking through a good portion of the list of my priorities, then of course he “couldn’t” find that I need skilled nursing services.

He was trying so damn hard not to find it (the criterion for skilled nursing and impetus for treating the Dysautonomia). If he’d put as much effort into finding it as he has into dodging it we might actually have made some headway in treatment and how I’m feeling by now! As a long-time patient advocate I can tell when a provider is soft-peddling the criteria for a service so that he/she won’t have to authorize it. They know just how to tank it when they want off the hook.

In an act of sabotage, he used home healthcare’s very minimal BP readings (from over a month ago) as an excuse to say that since the low BPs for the most part didn’t show up in those taken about 2 times a week by home health (and in only one position) there was no evidence (as though the Piedmont records expired). And what’s shittier still, he’d admitted when I saw him in the office the other day that these two sets of measures were not comparable.

Other than a research setting hospitalization records are the most rigorous form of documentation to evaluate blood pressure, and what’s more, I had also sent him the photos of my purplish feet (see below). It was the same day that he wrote me back saying “OK, I’ll do it” and signed his initials below, then about 10 days later did a complete reversal of that promise.

For those who aren’t familiar with this phenomenon, this is blood pooling in the lower extremities. This is also referred to as acrocyanosis.

Other symptoms of Dysautonomia besides, low blood pressure, blood pooling, syncope/near-syncope, include but may not be limited to;

* Joint pain

* Muscle aches

* Myofascial pain (of connective tissue)

* Neuropathic pain (nerve pain)

* Hyperreflexia (abnormally increased reflexes)

* Generalized weakness

* Restless leg syndrome

* Numbness

* Tingling

* Palpitations

* Shakiness

* Seizure-like activity

* Central sleep Apnea

* Hyper or Hypoventilation

* Fatigue

* Light sensitivity

* Sound sensitivity

* Easily overstimulated

* Dysequilibrium

* Exercise intolerance

* Intolerance to heat and/or cold

* Chills

* Whole body feeling cold

* Cold hands, feet, and/or nose

* Need for 12-15 hours of sleep

* Hypovolemia (low blood volume)

* Narrowing of upright pulse pressure

* High BP

* Drop in BP while standing

* Cognitive impairment (brain fog word finding/recall)

* Chest discomfort and/or chest pain

* Tachycardia

* Bradycardia

* Disordered Sweating

* Clamminess

* Dizziness

* Physiologic Anxiety (Adrenergic-based)

* Flushing

* Loss of Apetite

* Weight loss or weight gain

* Feeling full sooner than normal

* Constipation

* Diarrhea

* Delayed Gastric Emptying (Gastroparesis)

* Bloating

* Low blood pressure after meals

* Nausea

* Vomiting

* Excessive Urination

* Urinary urgency

* Urinary retention

* Irregular menstrual periods

* Loss of sex drive

* Blurred vision

* Tunnel vision

* Pupillary dysfunction

I can see where doctors who don’t bother to read the literature in any depth might make the mistake of thinking their patients who present with alot of these symptoms are merely over-concerned or hypochondriacal, but make no mistake about it, these are all legitimate parts of a number of Dysautonomic syndromes.

Some people have no symptoms that they’re aware of and still have Dysautonomia, but when somebody has a large number of these symptoms and they are disabling why make them suffer needlessly when there are things that doctors can do to help their patients have better quality of life and not to feel like they wish they were dead?

In an article on syncope written at the Cleveland Clinic it states that at 1 year there was between 18-33% chance of mortality in those with syncope of cardiac etiology, 0-12% for non-cardiac syncope, and 6% chance of death with syncope of an idiopathic nature.

While these statistics are not high, I for one would not like to be in that unlucky group that did die in a freak accident upon fainting or near-fainting.

Dysautonomia can be either primary or secondary to another underlying condition such as Multiple System Atrophy (or MSA) .

In addition to POTS, there are a number of  other types of Dysautonomia listed on Dysautonomia International‘s website.

Monday is the first of the tests that were ordered by Dr. V; the first part of the Gallium Scan where they inject the radioactive isotope. Then on Wednesday they’ll do the scan itself. This may tell me whether this is being caused by the progression of my Sarcoidosis. It really is about time they got on the stick with these tests to get to the bottom of this disease.

Right now I’m having this heart pressure I get sometimes that seems to press up into my neck and head. I’m becoming overheated and sweating around the base of my skull. I have a kind of strange sweating pattern. Part of me can be sweating while another part is not or even cold. I wish it weren’t the weekend so I’d hear as to when my pulmonologist is going to get things moving again. The nurse got back to me but had to get an emergency call and it was late in the day, so she was not able to give all my information to him and get confirmation yet. This has to be treated, no ifs, ands, or buts. It seems to be getting worse again into one of its acute clusters. That’s when things start to get hairy.

I’m also going to need that referral to Vanderbilt initiated as soon as possible. While we have plenty of proof that it’s some type of Dysautonomia, Vanderbilt can get more specific with their testing and clinical assessment.

Moved An Inch – Just Maybe Help Is On The Way

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Today started out like so many others, with a plethora of delays and a whole lot of question marks, but I finally made some headway with transportation so that I could schedule the Modified Barium Swallow test Dr. B. had finally updated. It has taken nearly an Act of Congress to get these few tests and the physical therapy evaluation in place and trips scheduled with transportation, and the wheelchair pressure mapping evaluation set up. I’m not happy that I am going to have to attend all these appointments in a chair that puts all this strain on my muscles. If he’d followed through when I’d asked him to in late November or December I might have already had the evaluation, had filled out the Independent Care Waiver form, sent it in, and the better chair could already by in the works. Knowing that getting these things through Medicare and Medicaid can take up to 6 months, this procrastination on my doctor’s part has only made life harder for me.

I tried calling Daria again and she was in a meeting. All the woman answering the phone could do was take a message and email her. At around 12:30 I still had no answer as to whether Dr. Baird had written the order for home healthcare, yet another day gone by that I was not receiving the help I need. Maybe he had called her today but I had no way to know and she couldn’t tell me, but chances are he still hasn’t given his recent track record.

Finally I received a call from a woman at the agency I’d called yesterday saying that Medicaid had approved me for services for the in-home help. I gave her my history and told her how much trouble I’ve been having getting what I need and that I am really drowning here trying to do all this when my GP now treats me as irrelevant and thus is under-reacting.

In tears I told her that I am a little nervous about trusting new people because of how things have been grossly mismanaged in every possible way this past year, and that I don’t want my dignity taken away by some “best-interesty” social worker and to be forced from my home and placed at the mercy of God-knows-whom, whatever this disease turns out to be. My home is really all I have, where I feel safe with my pets and familiar surroundings, my own bed, and my own type of foods, and that I would just die if people continued as many have been proceeding at Emory in taking away my freedom bit by bit. I see it happening before my eyes and it’s terrifying and it needs to stop. She said she understood.

Viewed from a sociological and humanistic perspective it is entirely understandable but often doctors live in the land of autocracy and it’s the patients who suffer because of their abuse of power. The Lord Giveth, and The Lord Taketh Away. This is really a matter of medical ethics. No doctor has the right to withhold treatment or other services just because he can. I don’t care how stressed or irritated they are, or how much they’re tired of their job. They do not have that exalted a status to wield that kind of power as a weapon. They may get way with it for a period of time, but sooner or later they will have to account.

I told the woman from the agency that I’m still waiting to hear back from Shepherd Center regarding a social worker and that I’d heard the ones they have over there are very good and would be less likely to do that sort of stuff to me. They deal with alot of people with spinal cord injuries, so they are more used to people staying in their homes and having the assistance there.

The next step is a nursing assessment through Medicaid through another agency called Faith Services. The woman on the phone today told me that when the nurse contacts me to tell her every need I have so that I can be given the maximum amount of time per week possible. I hope I can remember and verbalize everything at the time because I communicate better in writing than verbally and invariably leave a few things out when speaking, especially if the person rushes me and doesn’t wait for me to finish everything I need to convey. I will try to make a list and print it out just in case.

After noticing on several print-outs that my diagnosis of Myoclonus was missing I realized that this may also be adding to my credibility problem. Apparently it was charted as my diagnosis by Dr. T. in my record in her notes but in order for Emory to “officially” recognize it it needs to be entered into a particular list of all my diagnoses and it wasn’t. For Godsakes, I’m on Keppra for it (which works quite well), but it is not cured, just less severe and frequent than before! But in true Emory form this clerical oversight among other bungles has been used to the hilt to paint me as if I’m making it up or imagining what’s happening.

I swear to God, this record will be set straight, and my good name restored. I will not go down like this!

Dr. T’s nurse called back and read back to me some goblety gook a clerk had jotted down which said absolutely nothing. I guess she couldn’t spell Myoclonus, so just decided to say “the patient needed something changed in her record and for the nurse to call her”. I had to explain it all over again and the nurse got it right away the way I explained it. So hopefully soon that piece will be set right.

So if any doctors or other medical professionals are reading this; the lesson is think before you chart!

Things that do nothing to help your patient and may even hurt their care should not be charted, and things that should be and are not charted both can cause the patient to be misunderstood and these messages, omissions, even the lack of documentation in a patient’s chart can be and often are misconstrued by other doctors! This can cause a damaging slow-down or stoppage of care and can harm and in some instances even kill the patient because of the late intervention that results.

When I hear people say they’ve gone for 8 years being told their medical problem’s all in their head this is why! It has everything to do with spin and everything to do with bias! Those two things translate into actions (or lack therof). The writers and those who read what’s been written each bear some responsibility in what happens next.

While theoretically the electronic record can speed up diagnosis and treatment and improve continuity of care, there is a huge potential for abuse if not all professionals use it responsibly. As it currently stands, the patient who has been the victim of reckless and even malicious charting has little defense against a gaggle of medical “professionals” who see fit to sideline a given patient. I would be willing to bet this happens at a much higher rate to women than it does to men.

I would really like to see laws changed to require health systems to make all material in the chart visible to the patient, as well as printable, and would allow patients to respond to this material by entering their own entries without a board to decide whether or not they get to do this.

Since when did doctors become custodians of our bodies?

The old adage, “nothing about us without us”  is apropos here.

Hanging Onto Dignity in the Face of Chronic Illness

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Today I am struggling with something I can’t define. I want to make jewelry but it seems that this has gradually been slipping away from me ever so slowly that I hardly even noticed that it’s been since Summer that I’ve done any metalwork. Something with my fine motor abilities wasn’t quite right even back then but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong. These earrings were ones I hand sawed out of sheet sterling silver for a technician in the Sleep lab who had been especially kind to me. I wanted to thank her and give her this gift because I had the sense even back then that I didn’t know how much longer I’d be around.

A person knows these things through some sort of internal clock and the mind prepares even when the exact source of the decline remains elusive.

I remember clearly how difficult it was to make this simple pair of earrings and thinking it shouldn’t be so hard and shouldn’t have taken me as long as it did. I’ve been making jewelry for years. I know how, or so I thought. It was something I’ve been classically trained in and I have a certificate from jeweler’s school to show for it, yet this has been slipping away from me insidiously, not with a bang but with a whimper over a period of the past 7 months or so.

Up until now I mainly just thought it was fatigue (both muscle and systemic) that prevented me from making new pieces but now I think it may be even more than that. My activities of daily living are being increasingly impacted.

Something happened this morning when I went to the kitchen to make myself a simple cheese omelet that made me think about this again. I was dropping eggs on the floor and freaking out and becoming really primal unexpectedly and every bump or loud sound sent me into a frenzy, and cleaning up the slimy mess was further triggering. Absolutely any stimuli was severely aversive to me and I couldn’t stand anything. I tried to push on to make my breakfast and found that for all practical purposes I’d forgotten how to cook the egg in such a way so that it wasn’t translucent and lumpy and sticking to the bottom of the frying pan.

I could not figure out why I couldn’t do this, but oddly I’ve been gradually developing difficulties in doing this over time, but today it was worse and I felt it was not edible and by that time I’d kind of lost my appetite anyhow, so I gave it to the dog whom I knew would enjoy it and whose stomach could tolerate it even if undercooked in parts. I didn’t want it to go to waste. The realization that I really can’t do this anymore was awful and terrifying and later it also caused me to go back over the events of the past few months for some clues as to what’s happening to me.

This brought me to another scary window into the progression of this disease and what others are noticing different about me but aren’t fully telling me. I know the doctors are watching me very carefully (while at the same time discounting me) and they may still be misinterpreting this as “emotional” or some sort of psych thing, but then again I still think I haven’t been fully told all that they have charted and possibly discussed amongst themselves and there may be some differentials they’re considering and haven’t shared with me, maybe because of the sensitive nature of those possibilities, diagnoses which have a far worse prognosis than any emotional or psych thing.

After my freakout this morning I tried again putting 2 and 2 together and the overarching theme is irrelevancy. I had to reverse-engineer this to get a clearer picture. In a number of interactions I’ve had lately with these doctors it has felt as though they’re not relating to me but looking past me almost. At first I thought maybe it was just the classic reaction like you see in the movies; the way people behave when they think you’ve gone insane (such as in a mental illness), but upon closer inspection I’m not sure that’s quite it, at least in the instance of Dr. B. and Dr. V. It seems more as though they’re thinking this is organic but manifesting itself in certain cognitive ways.

Trying to look at this logically piece by piece  I came to wonder several things;

1) Why does a doctor stop communicating with you and stop reciprocating?

A) They decide they no longer like you, that you’re a pain in the ass, therefore not worth their time and energy; they’ve lost interest and motivation to help you anymore.

B) They are overworked, sick, or gong through emotional problems of their own and it just gets taken out on you.

C) They feel that you have something so profoundly wrong with your cognitive processes that nothing you say is valid or relevant at this point.

The next question I pondered was;

2) Under which circumstances do doctors force things onto a patient (such as the neuro exam Dr. V. did after I’d asked her not to)?

A) They’re just insensitive as a general rule

B) The patient is a child and legally unable to give nor withhold consent.

C) The patient is thought by the doctor to be unable to give or withhold consent because of poor judgment and perception due to some cognitive impairment so severe it renders them unable to make their own decisions (even if not deemed legally mentally incompetent in a court of law).

Generally Option C of both questions indicates that the doctor believes the patient either to be psychotic or demented.

Even if a patient were either of these things I don’t think it’s proper to strip them of their dignity by rendering them irrelevant and treating them as a non-entity.

I’ve had extensive training (even before becoming certified as a jewelry artist) in patient advocacy and I know that this is not a respectful and dignified way to interact with patients, and that physical force is a violation of that person’s human rights (even in the case of what I would call a boundaries violation that was not malicious or overly rough as Dr. M’s exam had been) although it is insensitive.

A patient nevertheless should still have the right to say no to something that is done to their body, as they retain ownership of their own body regardless of diagnosis (or suspected diagnosis).

Dr. B. as my primary care physician seeing I’m in a vulnerable state should have told Dr. V. not to force things anymore and to always ask first before doing anything physically to me so as not to traumatize me further. If I do not feel safe and don’t feel comfortable at any stage of an exam and told her no, then no has to be respected. If she feels so strongly that something needs to be done it is incumbent upon her to gain my trust and put me at ease and not to force the issue until I am ready to go ahead with something. I don’t give a damn how long that takes. It is just the ethical way to treat a person. In addition things should not be kept from me.

Pontificating behind a patient’s back without including them in the discussion is a guaranteed way to make damn sure they will never trust you again!

Whatever she or Dr. B. think is going on with me I am well cognizant enough to know when I’m being violated and that in itself shows that taking away my autonomy in such ways has the capacity to do more harm than good to my psyche as well as the hard-wiring of my  brain. If I should become further impaired in the future, my limbic system will retain this information on a visceral level and it will be that much harder for me to trust them when even more necessary things may need doing down the road.

They need to think of the long-term, and if they don’t treat me respectfully now, then I will not feel safe enough later to accept anything they might propose in the way of testing and treatment if I come to a point at which I can’t process much and am left with predominantly reptilian brain functions.

I am still awaiting this other independent evaluation to elucidate the other piece of this puzzle, the part I became acutely aware of while at Piedmont, but still have not heard back from the woman as to whether she’s filed her papers to become a Medicare provider. I hope she follows through because it will be a very important piece of information and I need proof since Dr. B. would probably not believe me right now if I told him that part of what’s going on, and it’s possible other doctors might not either.

I present well and to some extent that works to my disadvantage because often those in the medical field don’t take me seriously when I tell them how hard it is for me to do certain things and ask for certain types of help.

Just how do people with such a condition gone undiagnosed since childhood manage aging?  Are they more prone to developing certain neurodegenerative diseases than the general population? Most likely there haven’t been enough studies to know yet. This is something that has long been thought to go away once a person reached adulthood, but there are increasing numbers of people who bear out that it does not, and there really are no services in place to serve this population (or only a handful in more progressive states).

Because I’ve never really had the level of help I need I got into the habit of doing things myself from an early age even when I fell flat on my face and failed miserably over and over and over again. I never felt secure that anyone had my back, and felt if I didn’t do it, it wouldn’t get done. Often I was correct.  When I didn’t meet external expectations people accused me of not trying hard enough, yet I was trying so hard I was literally burning myself out. They have no idea! I had nowhere to go and nobody to tell because they just didn’t see it, as I looked fine on the outside, articulate and intelligent so in their mind “what’s the problem? You must be overthinking it.” The sad truth is that I wasn’t overreacting and my requests no matter how clear and logically presented only sat there, unmet. For years I suffered in silence and just coped the best I could.

Things have fallen through the cracks for so long I am in a constant state of vigilance with an almost OCD quality to it to make sure that I don’t end up up a creek without a paddle because there is no spouse, no family member, and no friend there who comes to visit and help me in my home throughout the week and make sure that food won’t run out, and that meals are fixed, able to bathe, and that somebody vaccuums the dog hair off my carpet regularly, etc. Someone went grocery shopping for me just a few times and came back with things on my list missing, low-fat when I specified full milk, one of something when I’d specified 3, 3 granny smith apples and 1 red apple when I’d specified 12 granny smith apples, the goat cheese not included in the bag to eat with said apples and crackers, etc. and even then it was not a permanent arrangement.

Because of this lack of enough of and the right help sometimes things just don’t get done. Maybe in previous years I’ve barely managed to get by but this is working less and less nowadays and I really need a personal assistant as soon as possible. This is becoming a crisis.

In the interim I called an agency today that provides some help through Medicaid but the woman on the phone was not very positive in the way she presented how it works, and I was fighting to make my way out of a paper bag to process the muddled mess of what she was telling me. I have really had about as much frustration as I can handle and being expected to do more on my own than I realistically can.

This woman set about telling me “You just can’s sign up. You have to be qualified for Medicaid”. I told her I have Medicaid. She said a few more negative statements that sounded more like she was trying to prevent my receiving her services than she was trying to help me, and I got royally irritated. It turned out all she had to do was ask me some information and present it to Medicaid, and I told her she should just have asked me those questions in the first place rather than making it so difficult. She finally admitted she didn’t even know what criteria Medicaid uses to approve people. That’s odd. If I were in that line of work I would make it my business to find out the criteria! She told me it would take a few hours to a few days to get an answer, and we got off the phone. This is the kind of obstructive crap I deal with day in and day out, and I’m becoming less and less able to do it.

I’m still waiting to hear back from the social work department at Shepherd Center so that hopefully I can get some of this taken off my shoulders. It’s really too much.

All the support services I told Dr. B. I needed are becoming increasingly time-sensitive now;

* A doctor for direct admission in the event I need to be hospitalized (so I don’t have to go to the ER and risk being further abused and neglected).

* A Personal Assistant

* Recert for Home Healthcare

* The Dysautonomia treated in my home with IV Saline

* Advocacy

* Help with Paperwork

* Vascular, Autonomic, and Genetic Testing (to find out what’s wrong ASAP since they got on it too slowly in the first place and now I am really struggling to function).

Daria, the Care Coordinator with the home healthcare agency I’m trying to get recertified with was out all day and I need to know if my GP did anything about recertification because if not I’ll have to get my pulmonologist to do it instead.

Only today was the TMJ MRI properly submitted to Radiology, and I had a total of 5 appointments to book transportation for (1 of which they couldn’t book because the zip code did not bring up the address I’d given them). Calling the facility I learned that it was correct, but the Supervisor never did call me back from the transportation broker system in order to straighten this out. I will have to pick up where I left off again tomorrow and hope they will schedule the trip, as all trips to medical appointments require giving 3 days notice.

If you have not had to do these kinds of things don’t ever believe the misconception you hear from people that this kind of life is easy. It’s a subsistence, at best, and you spend more time and energy just trying to survive on top of the challenges of your medical condition than its worth, so those stories about “fraud, waste, and abuse” are total hogwash.

To have to fight every step of the way just to get the bare minimum of what you need is not my idea of living, and then to be treated by providers as though you’re irrelevant or that you’re asking too much takes away our dignity further. Sooner or later all of them will be where we patients are now. God forbid that they are SOL when that time comes that they need this help for themselves and are at the mercy of people who feel it’s simply not their job or their concern.

Yummy Treats that Treat What Ails You; Not Waiting For Hell To Freeze Over

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 Made from hemp with no THC content to make you high, many CBD edibles are not considered an FDA-regulated substance and are legal in all 50 states!  CBD (Cannabidiol) is basically considered a  neutraceutical or nutritional supplement. Medical cannabis is growing in acceptance each day offering another natural alternative to traditional medicines. Many patients find they need less narcotic pain medication when using this regularly.

I decided when things began to go south that it was finally time to take things into my own hands obtain some medicine that doesn’t require a prescription from Dr. Slow-as-Molasses.

This has been on my to-do list for some time but with everything I’ve had on my plate and all the evaluations to set up and all the fires to put out around Emory and testing and orders, etc. I just now have gotten around to putting in an order for some edible CBD (Cannabidiol) Cannabis infused items.

I bought 2 packages 500 Mgs. each of CBD infused chocolate covered pistachios. The woman who made them, Carrie, of CBD The Healthy Choice on Etsy was very helpful and recommended I start out with 2 or 3 nuts (which is about 5 Mgs.) and work up from there until I notice relief. I started with 3 yesterday. I even got 3 free hard candy hearts, each of them 50 Mgs. a piece as a bonus for my purchase!

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This is my first time trying edibles and I must say they are delicious! I couldn’t even taste the CBD! For those of you thinking of trying this option I’ll continue to post in my blog how it goes as I ramp up.

It was hard for me to limit myself to just these 3 because they were so tasty, but it’s important to remember that just as with any other medicine they can have some side-effects if you overdo it. Depending on the strain used some types can be adrenergic, especially the Sativa strains, and patients who were overzealous have on occasion ended up in the emergency room. Indica has a more calming effect, but at the time of this writing I’m not sure what variety was used in the making of these I purchased. I’m in the process of obtaining that information so that if this relieves my symptoms I’ll really know what works and can keep track. Eventually I’d like to compare several strains.

Since I don’t know yet how my body will react I think I’ll just increase it one nut a day. Today I’ll take 4.

This is very hopeful, and I could really use some hope right now. Since I haven’t been getting much in the way of real treatment other than pills to control the individual symptoms this powerful medicine just might make what I have to face alot easier, both physically and emotionally. Maybe in addition to helping my movement disorder it will help reduce my fear so that by the time I see the movement disorder specialist in July I won’t panic when he does his exam.

I want to wait a little for the jitters to die down after seeing the one at Emory but have a possible lead on a local neurologist outside of Emory. I’m also working on getting something set up with Vanderbilt too in order to get my Dysautonomia officially diagnosed and finally put all this controversy to bed. Emory just seems to bring more drama and it’s really exhausting. I hope I can find my way out of that system soon, at least except for seeing my pulmonologist and maybe for a few targeted services.

There is a center in Texas I contacted as well that does the Tilt table test and while it sounds like they do a fairly state of the art one, they don’t seem to do many of the other autonomic tests that Vanderbilt or Mayo does, and Texas is an 11 hour drive, so if they miss it that’s a long way to go for nothing. I’ll have to see how feasible that will be in terms of logistics. Which ever clinic I choose to do the assessment I really need to come home with a piece of paper for it to be worth my while.

I’m beginning to have a pretty clear idea now what the global underlying condition is encompassing all my symptoms, (Myoclonus, Dystonia and Dysautonomia included). It has been a long process of narrowing things down but I think I’m closing in.

I guess most of my current doctors will feel disgruntled that I figured it out before they did and have bruised egos having been outdone by a “mere” patient, but the truth is if they really care (or ever did) they should be happy to have somebody figure it out and start treating it sooner rather than later whether it’s me, or the local home repair guy. I’ve always been several steps ahead of them and when you’re suffering and most of the doctors are sitting on their hands, sometimes you’ve just got to take the bull by the horns and work with what you’ve got.

Given that I may not have complete control of what my body does, now or in the future, at least there are a few things I can control and that is some comfort.

Another blog called The Cannabist reviews various such products. The writer, Brittany Driver, lives in Colorado, home of one of the first states to fully legalize. In her blog she documents her own experience in using edibles for her back pain. Hers did contain some THC though (approximately 53%), as Colorado’s laws are more lenient about that than many states.

Stay tuned to see the results of my little experiment.

Please leave a comment below even if just a sentence or two to let me know what you think. I hope my experiences will help and empower others struggling with chronic and hard-to-treat diseases and disorders.

Sometimes our greatest challenges generate opportunities we never expected.  🙂

May you all find your silver lining.

Power to the patients!