health · multiple sclerosis · Ramblings

It’s OK to tell your truth

The more I think about what this picture says, the more it’s true. Everyone tells me that you’re so strong you’ll get through this, blah blah blah. What if I’m not that strong. This disease has broken me. And please I don’t want to hear you’ve got to find the positives… I do, I find the positives every day but I can still be broken. And that’s not something to be ashamed of. I’m 55 years old and I am unable to roll over in my bed on my own. I mean really, let that sink in. I’m like a newborn baby. So while I am strong, I’m not made of stone. 

I do feel defeated. And again that doesn’t make me weak! I deal with some things that would break other people. So I get kind of upset when people act like I’m being depressing or I’m acting sad. Yes there are days when it happens. And if that bothers anyone, you know exactly what you can do. 

Last night for the first time in 10 months I had to take a Xanax. I was so ashamed and disappointed in myself. And then I realized that sometimes we have to do what we have to and the medications are there for a reason. And thanks to a wonderful friend of mine, I don’t feel bad about it. When I started trying to pull my hair out I knew it was time. I could feel every lump in my bed. I had to rip my shirt off of me because I felt like I was being strangled. And you have no idea how hard it was. I cannot dress myself, yes read that again I cannot dress myself. So getting my shirt off was a literal fight to the death. Tracy – 1,  T-shirt – 0!!

When I say I am bedridden, I mean that in every sense of the word. I cannot just get up and get into my wheelchair. I need a person and a Hoyer lift. I cannot scratch my foot if it itches. I cannot cross my legs, I can’t move even 5 inches one way or the other on my bed because I cannot move my body by myself. My legs can not hold my body at all if I were to try I would fall directly to the floor. When I start to slide down my bed I can’t pull myself up, my son has to help me with that. What I wouldn’t give to be able to transfer and get in my chair on my own. I would never be in this bed that was a possibility.

When people say, I have MS but it doesn’t have me… I’m sorry but bullshit. The way I feel is, I have MS, and it has me, but I will never give up or give in until my last breath.

I’ve been in a really weird place since my fight with my own body last night. I’m not losing hope, but it something that I’m going to have to think about deal with and move on from. I know it will happen again because it’s not the first time it’s happened. OK I’ll be completely honest, it happens every fucking night but usually cannabis takes care of it.

Please I don’t want the, I’m sorry Tracys or anything like that. I’m just trying to show that MS is not just some little disease. It’s not, just MS.

I really want to spit nails when I see people getting angry because someone tells them they don’t look sick. Trust me be very glad they say that. Because I look sick and it’s obvious that there is something wrong now. Back in the day when someone would tell me that I didn’t look sick, I would look at them and say, you’re right I kick ass because I’m an MS warrior!!  So stop getting mad and let them know what a badass you are!

I’m just tired… October will be six years I’ve been trapped in this bed. I’m really trying to not let that happen, but I have become a realist and while I’m trying and working really hard to get out of this bed, it’s probably gonna take a little longer than that.  And quite frankly, I truly believe I’m going to little mad. I am in prison. The prison, that is my own body and my bedrooms four walls.

And this month on August 19 is the 22nd anniversary of my diagnosis. Oh joy…

As always, have courage and be kind!

 

medical · Ramblings · RANDOM

The joys of a urostomy

I love the beach! I grew up going to Santa Monica Beach all the time and I just love all beaches. I love the water, Pisces here, and I love or at least used to love feeling the sand beneath my feet. I don’t love the beach however when it’s all inside my bladder. 😮 Nope… DON’T like it one bit. This issue happened two years ago and it looks like it’s going to have to be taken care of every couple of years from now on. 😭 You see, when they built my stoma for my urostomy they used part of the bowel. Can you say infection much!? I guess I didn’t really understand the whole process until after the fact. In all honesty there wasn’t much I could’ve done anyway because it had to be done. Thank you multiple sclerosis you fucking piece of shit disease. I’m sorry off-base a little, so now my bladder looks like you’re underwater on a rocky shoreline. it also looks like, I think, a dinosaurs 🦖 lair where they keep their eggs. 😅

And… it looks like there’s an alien and a set of twins hanging out in my bladder! I think I should ask for rent or something. 😂

On August 7 I will be going in and they will be inserting in a much larger tube into my bladder to hopefully clean out all my little stones. I’m a little bummed because I was hoping I could keep them and make a necklace or something out of them. I know, I know, gross. 😜 I have to find the humor in all things or I really wouldn’t want to be here anymore…

So that’s what’s been going on with me. Not much change in the paint department and I’m still pretty much trapped in my bed. But I am working on it and I hope to remember to blog a little more because I miss it. 🖤

Have courage and be kind…

multiple sclerosis · ppms · Ramblings · RANDOM

Multiple Sclerosis Fact – my itsy-bitsy spiders

I call this issue my spiders. It feels like thousands of teeny tiny little spiders are running all across my body. But alas, there is nothing there. Although, one night, I found an ant on my arm. 🤔😂

Unfortunately there’s not much you can do for it. It’s just another issue we learn to ‘deal with‘ 😢  And that is why we are WARRIORS!! 🖤💪

Have courage and be kind!

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I’m the great pretender

Even when it’s not OK… It’s just easier. Either way I don’t like telling how I’m feeling because it’s just too depressing.

Right now not much is OK. We think that I may have a possible fracture in my right hip from when we were doing my leg exercises. Our doctor appointment with the pain management doctor was today and I couldn’t go because the moment I’m rolled over to get in my Hoyer lift the pain is just too much. So I was hoping that the pain management doctor would possibly help me by getting an ambulance to pick me up get me to the hospital for x-rays. I guess they don’t do that. He really wants me to get to the hospital but there’s no way he can help me do it. Unfortunately we cannot afford an ambulance bill because our insurance thinks they’re out of network. AMR charges about $2000 a trip for a 4 mile drive. Now eventually my insurance pays for it after I appeal it one or more times. I’m tired of having to do that every time so it’s just easier not to get the ambulance. Then if I go to emergency the  emergency room doctors are always out of network, so I have to fight the insurance company again. And usually for a two minute interaction with the doctor it’s anywhere from $1600-$2400. I am so fucking tired of having to fight every time.

So now I don’t know what I should do. I’ve been let down time and time again by these doctors out here say that want to help me and then just passing the buck or don’t go out of their way at all to help me. All my pain management doctor had to do was make a phone call but I guess that’s not his job.  Who knows maybe things are different now… the way our country is going right now everything is fucked up.

So now I am going to try and find an ambulance that takes my insurance because I know AMR does not.  But then I run into that catch 22 of having to deal with the out of network doctor at the emergency room. I just can’t fucking win. 😳

There was an article about another celebrity and her anxiety due to her multiple sclerosis. Now while I feel horribly bad for anyone being stuck with this disease celebrities will never know the real struggle. They will never know what it’s like to not have money for help. They will never know what it’s like having doctors drop the ball on them because they can afford the good doctors. So yes I feel very bad for anyone with this disease, but please if you’re a celebrity don’t act like you know the struggles and how hard it is. You have the luxury of being able to get help. I know I sound like an asshole and bitter, but if I were a celebrity I wouldn’t have these issues.

As always you lovely people… Have courage and be kind! 🖤

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Completely and utterly unsure

I’m not sure I like the person I was before I got sick anyways. I don’t think I’ve ever really liked myself. I just hope part of me can still be found. I see all of the motivational quotes and things where they talk about being brave not bitter blah blah blah  I guarantee you the people who make up those quotes are not chronically ill. 😂 Just like the people who say money can’t buy you happiness probably have money.  I don’t even know why am blogging right this minute. I saw the quote in the image that I posted and ended up here.

And now trailing off to something completely different, I think there’s a fracture in my right hip. The more I try to move the more things that break. So really you tell me what the point is…

Have courage and be kind