Monday, 11 May 2009

Seeing red

Some of the small amounts of the MP's expense claim scandal seem a bit like nit-picking, but when I saw this one, "£4,800 claimed back for food in a single year by one portly Labour MP." Well, it's nearly enough to make me vote conservative (if they weren't just as bad as the rest) and lobby them to bring back hanging.

If you had any idea how much I'm against both of those concepts, you'd know how mad that means I am.

These no-good, lying, cheating arseholes expect me to abandon my dignity in front of perfect strangers, prove that I'm not an illegal alien terrorist, then to explain things like the workings of my bladder and bowels and be treated generally as though I'm not human, to beg for a measly £3,000 a year, when Mr/Ms Portly here can get over one and a half times that with no argument at all, just out of the petty cash! 

Of course, now we know why they expect every genuinely sick claimant to be a lazy, malingering benefit cheat. It's not because claimants cheat at all: this lot are simply projecting their own faults onto the public. The public may have their faults too, but you'd have to be looking up at a snake's belly to stoop as low as these thieves. 

Gut instincts

image Too much info perhaps, but for the last few weeks I've alternated daily snacks of dried figs, prunes and apricots, along with dates, on top of regular veg, fresh fruit, loads of bean or chickpea salads, green salads, oaty breakfast "roughage", etc., yet I've struggled to maintain "regularity" and been left, for want of a better term, feeling rather "full of shit."

Yes, I drink LOTS of water, the foods listed should help (I eat boringly healthy), I try to walk when I can ... and it's a situation I had under perfectly good regulation, thank you, in a country where I had better water, fresher fruit and veg straight off the (less chemically castigated) land, as well as decent weather so I could get out and was able to walk more regularly and, needed less painkillers (that also make the problem worse.)

It's been nowhere near as severe this week as while I was taking the amitriptyline that the GP prescribed last year, when more than once, after 10 or more days of being solidly blocked up, I'd get to the point where I could hardly lift myself off the bed, I was so bloated and sick.

Since I stopped taking the amitriptyline, I've really had to battle to get back into a decent rhythm and I really don't ever want to get into that uncomfortable situation again, so on Monday or Tuesday, I took one of what are now packaged as "Constipation Relief Tablets".

Now, is that the "politically correct" alternate wording to "laxative" - you know, why use one perfectly good direct word, when three slightly euphemistic ones will do? Or is it dumbing down, because no-one knows what a laxative does any more? If the latter, will the ignorant masses know, or even care, what constipation is?

Or, heaven forbid, could it be "prohibited" to use the word laxative these days, just in case someone with an eating disorder is tempted to abuse them?

... anyway, it took until Sunday to see any effects.

Yes, really. Next time I'll try dynamite.

(NO, I won't and don't try that at home either!)

But, of course, when one suffers IBS (actually diagnosed, by a GP in the UK, in 1980), there are no moderate effects, no middle-ground nor happy mediums.

The eventual result ... was so significant, anyone would be forgiven for thinking that I had used dynamite!

And it also left me with a terrible bloating, an awful stomach ache and, I'll certainly qualify for the 2012 British Olympic Farting Team! Next time, I'll just drink more water and try to go for more walks, weather permitting, pain and fatigue permitting. 

I've also been conducting a one-woman trial (which is probably more impartial than some other studies carried out) over the last few weeks to see if I could discern any positive benefits from a daily dose of Yakult.

To begin with, I think we can safely say that in the area of "regulation of bowel habits and constipation" or of gut flora maintenance, I cannot report any at all.

The other reason I wanted to give that a try was having read about the pilot study which claims that, "Supplements of Lactobacillus casei strain Shirota may ease symptoms of anxiety in people with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS), according to new research funded by Yakult."

It may be fairer to give it a longer chance, but I can't say I've noticed any huge difference in my mood. Overall, I think I'll save my money and avoid the massive sugar hit - which is never good for anyone's gut, surely. 

Sunday, 10 May 2009

The great disenfranchised

"Jobbing Doctor feels completely disenfranchised. I cannot vote for a party that has caused such damage as New Labour, and will not vote for the Tories (more of the same), or Liberal Democrats (who have completely lost their way)."

A similar (if somewhat derailed) train of thought recently led me to muse over the suitability of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party (though I still think a much better option would be to leave the pox-ridden country.)

Sleep disturbances linked to increased suicide risk


You may be surprised that it's from "too much sun":

"Despite a belief that suicides tend to rise in late autumn and early winter months because of darkness, the new findings suggest that places where constant sunlight in summer seasons is a fact of life may be just as dangerous," says this report.

Actually, I can perfectly understand why, because as much as I hate winter when it seems to be always dark at this latitude, the fact that it gets light way too early in the morning at this time of year is waking both me and the cats up half way through the night. This is playing havoc with my sleep patterns - which were pretty disturbed in any case - and is contributing even more to making me feel constantly tired and strung out.

Disturbed sleep, as we know, can contribute to the pain of fibromyalgia, increasing muscle stiffness, exacerbating fatigue, and heightening depression. And when that's 24/7, it really is only a short hop, skip and a jump to feeling so desperate you want to end it all. 

Another reason for those of us with these disorders to live closer to the equator where not only does the warmth help, but there are less notable differences between daylight hours in summer and winter.

Saturday, 9 May 2009

A bad week

Last Sunday night / Monday morning, I'd still been awake at around 3.30 a.m., finally managed to doze off, but then woke again at 6 a.m., feeling like the proverbial death warmed up. Each day I've felt as bad, if not worse so I've tried my best to rest, hoping to recover enough to get something done. Now, at the end of the week, I still haven't managed to get over it, instead dropping ever further down into the pit of pain and exhaustion.

Really, I'd wanted to write something each day this week (because I'm supposed to be keeping a note of my symptoms), but I've honestly felt too ill to do so.

Today I woke up with extreme nausea and the very same pain in my back, in the region of my left kidney, that I'd had when all this started - when I was rushed to hospital as an emergency - way back in 1995. [1] Every time I get stressed and tired, that same pain, nausea and terrible malaise and, along with it, incredible thirst and even more frequent peeing than usual, returns.

Most mornings this week I've woken up way too early, though fortunately, I've managed to get back to sleep again, but then I've woken late, with a headache.

And on top of the headache, as the week wore on, my symptoms have increased in number and/or intensity and include; flu-like all over aches, shivers and / or sweats, stiffness in my neck and shoulders, my biceps and triceps feel so weak and ache so much that at times I've hardly been able to lift my arms off the bed, carpal tunnel pain just won't go away - a couple of hours rest and I can just type for another 5 minutes but it hurts so much - my lower back aches (but then it has, constantly, since I was 16), the pain in my hip (from a fall in 2001) is excruciating to the point of tears, my thigh muscles are tight and feel like they've done a marathon at sprint pace, my knee joints hurt beyond anything I can put into words and have to be constantly "clicked" to relieve the pain; my calf muscles feel like they've been dancing day and night in stiletto heels; there's a pain down my shins I can hardly describe - a drawing down feeling accompanied by a bruised feeling like they've been beaten with a baseball bat - and that's so bad it makes me feel sick to my stomach; my feet hurt everywhere and whenever I stand up, I feel weak, exhausted, lightheaded, my eyes close involuntarily and am overcome with a feeling that I'm either going to faint or nod off to sleep while walking (just to the kitchen), I become short of breath, get chest pains and need to lie down again within only a minute or two.

On Thursday, I'd made it to go out - against my better judgement, partly because I had to go to the bank and partly because I'd been invited to an important meeting - but I'd had to sit in a chair for much longer than my body can cope with and got I colder than my body can stand, so the post-exertional relapse is worse than ever.

This afternoon, to attempt to clear my head and keep myself moving so I don't totally cease up, I walked (all of a couple of hundred yards) to the local corner shop. It's May and the sun was shining, but the wind was a bitter and biting cold. I can no longer walk fast enough to keep warm and it makes no damn difference how well I wrap up against it, so this cold just gets right into my bones and makes every ache and pain hurt even more. Not even half way there, I'd really had enough. By the time I got home, I was literally dragging one foot after another, hurting so much and so exhausted, I just want to cry.

It actually seems that every time I go out, the negative effect and the severity of the pain and symptoms I suffer afterwards keeps increasing. I'm trying to do what I can, particularly to get to support groups and things which should - theoretically - help me, but it's constantly a "one step forward, two steps back" scenario.

This week the pair of Reebok Freestyle that I ordered arrived, so my ankles were more supported and are not in quite as much pain as they have been on other recent outings I've had to make in shoes or sandals, however, despite taking buses and keeping my walking down to a minimum, these are not as good as the boots with thick rubber soles I used to be able to buy in Spain and the soles of my feet and heels feel bruised and beaten.

No matter how much I rest, it's is never enough and I never "get over it". Because I have no help, not enough public transport, etc., it's impossible to pace activities avoid the "all or nothing" approach that leads to these constant relapses and, no matter how much I want to keep doing a little, I am constantly able to do less, rather than being able to build it up to more. 

I just don't see a solution though.

[1] Note here it says, "You have to have 4 of these 8 symptoms for six months or more to meet the research definition for CFS." Well, I've had all 8 (and the rest as well as at least 61 of these fibromyalgia symptoms) for 14 years. For the last year, due to the British climate, additional stresses and other reasons, the symptoms of these have been worsening in severity and now impact and add restrictions on every aspect of my daily life. In November 2008, I was finally diagnosed with both Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

Monday, 4 May 2009

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Hooray for bank holiday rain

image As everybody in the world knows, the one thing that's guaranteed on a bank holiday in Britain, is crap weather and, the grey skies that turned to drizzle today being no exception.

Can there be anything more dreary than drizzle on a bank holiday?

There are, however, reasons to be cheerful; a chink of light in this dismal darkness; a hint of silver to the lining of the charcoal clouds ...

On the one hand, since there is absolutely no public transport running on bank holidays, if the weather is bad, one does not feel quite so depressed at not being able to get to any events that might be on.

And as soon as it started to rain, the 'effin bastard who thought it fit to mow his lawn on a bank holiday (there really does need to be a law against this kind of noise nuisance, as there is in other places), had to stop.

Thank goodness for that! Having still been awake at 3.30 this morning and then woken up again a 6.00, I needed this like a hole in the head.

Sunday, 3 May 2009

Someone, please tell Microsoft about broadband


Got this message while updating to the latest version (3.5 SP1) of Microsoft .net Framework today, "Download complete. You can now disconnect from the Internet."

Disconnect???? OMG WTF? This would have been useful, in rural Africa, in 1999! 

Friday, 1 May 2009

Feline empathy


Oh, how I wish humins could be more like cats, you know; understanding, empathetic, intuitive, kind ...

This morning after breakfast, these two were sitting, looking out of the back door, so (as you do) I asked them if they'd like to go out for a walk.

Fresh air is probably good for cats too.

They're generally reluctant and don't want to go out alone - you can open a door and they run indoors away from it, or they hide under the bed covers from an open window - so taking them out for a walk means on a lead.

Walking one cat on a lead is hard enough, as you'll know if you've ever tried it. Two is never this simple.

The problem is, if I take Balu out on his own, Kitty follows us around the windowsills and doors in the house, upset and crying for her brother.

And if I take Kitty on her own, she's nervous and afraid out there.

So, against every shred of better judgement I may ever have had, yes, I attempt to take two nervous cats out, on leads, at the same time, without a safety net or an adult present.

Provided they both want to go in the same direction at once, this should work out just fine, shouldn't it?

(Hmmm, I seem to remember the time I walked two dogs on leads and nearly had my arms torn out of their sockets at every junction as they wanted to go in opposite directions and shopkeepers calling out that all I needed now was a pair of roller-skates as the dogs took me walking, briskly and more or less wherever they liked.)

But to my absolute astonishment, with only a little tug here and a firmly placed boot up the bum there and, as long as nothing untoward happens - like someone making a faint noise anywhere within a 100 mile radius - mostly, it does work out fine with the cats and they walk around the garden, chew a bit of grass here, or sniff a flower there, in unison.

Sometimes I have to pick one up. Seldom both, thankfully.

This morning, they took me - walking with minimal zig-zagging - right across the garden to the far reaches of the farthest corner, where there's a gap in the fence: I reckon they have that sized up for a rapid escape if they ever did try to go out alone. And there, they spent quite some time nonchalantly sniffing plants and the wind and watching birdies.

They were engrossed, but I was knackered and my legs were beginning to hurt (it only requires standing in one spot for more than 1 minute), so I said to them (as you do), "Come on, can we go in now, my legs are beginning to hurt."

And truly, with no further prompting, they both headed off in unison, leading me across the grass, along the path around the house to arrive at the back door and sat, waiting to be let in. I had to go apace to keep up.


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