

A blog of my daily thoughts, ideas, and ponderings (skewed towards the perspective of an over-educated, nature/dog/northern loving, chronically ill, Canadian woman).


The photos I've included here are from day trips to local sights with family. The one of the garden is my mom's "bank". My parents have a steep hill on their property and she's filled it with perennials and flowing bushes as well as little paths made from natural rocks and stones. The photo does not do it justice.
The last day of my visit I saw my specialist. It was a good appointment. It's just such a relief to talk with someone who sees 100's maybe 1000 patients with M.E./CFS a year. She's been doing it over 15 years. There is such a loneliness to having an illness that's invisible (you can't see I'm ill by looking at me) and virtually unknown to most regular GP's. I was so so sick this spring and yet my GP here knew very little about the illness and had nothing useful to offer me.
Among other things, I talked with my specialist about how with M.E. there's such a number of disturbing symptoms. I can't discuss them with my GP without presenting myself as a hypochondriac. Unfortunately, I've had some fairly significant "new" issues this year that I just sat on (and lived with) waiting to see my specialist who I knew would take them seriously. I was able to discuss most of them with her, but it may be that she can't help me too much with them, being that I see her at best maybe two times a year.
My specialist's main form of treatment for everyone is "pacing" and "rest". We talked about my inability to rest when I'm doing well. For some reason when I'm feeling decent I feel as if I want to do lots. I have trouble believing I'm really that sick (even if I was in bed feeling awful a few days earlier). I think it's a combination of things: guilt over being on disability allowance especially on my good days, my desire to be active, my ironically "high" energy personality, not wanting myself or others to perceive me as weak or useless.
Ultimately I think my specialist and I disagree that all relapses are caused by a lack of pacing. I think sometimes as M.E./CFS sufferers we can't control everything. I think we can do everything "right" and still have crashes. That being said, I am going to try to pace a bit better again anyways. When I was visiting family I was feeling decent so I threw caution to the wind and did WAY more than I should have rather than face the awkwardness of having to say "no" I can't do this or that. I get so sick of always having to advocate for myself and my need to pace and rest! Now that I'm home and ill, though, I guess I wish I had insisted on more rest. Maybe the solution is to become a hermit (NOOooooo!).
As for the antiviral, I started today. It will be hard to tell at first if it's working due to the regular fluctuations I have with the illness. Hopefully there aren't too many side effects and I can stay on it for a while and get a sense long-term if it makes a difference.
My Dr. said to be very careful not to push too hard if I start to feel better. She had a physiological reason why, but I can't remember the explanation. Only that if I start to improve, I shouldn't jump into a more active lifestyle - that I should continue to pace and rest throughout the day. As for the placebo effect (improving because you believe something will work) I don't think I will get it. I've tried WAY TOO many treatments over eight years to get my hopes up.