OMG I don’t know where to start with this week’s roundup. I have so many ideas floating around in my head for blog posts that I’ve had to make a list! Look out for posts on hair, family, dental issues, GI and bladder problems, migraines/headaches and the confessions of a sick person to name a few.
Speaking of migraines, I had the night from hell on Tuesday. I always have menstrual migraines, but this month I honestly thought I’d escaped the curse for a change. I’d managed to get to day 5 of my cycle without so much as a twinge, but I think my head was just storing it all up for one mega pain-fest. I started to feel headachy at about 11am in the morning. I put into action my usual plan (migraine gel strip, hot neck strip, lashings of Ibuprofen gel on my rigid neck muscles and loading up on carbs) which will sometimes nip things in the bud. But as the day wore on the pounding started in earnest. My migraines are usually right-sided, but this headache felt like it was all over – from the base of my skull right over the crown and coming down on to both eyes. I settled down in bed at 10.30pm, hoping I’d be able to sleep it off, but my noggin had other ideas. By midnight the pain had all shifted to the left-hand side. This is never a good sign. My right-sided migraines are bad enough, but the occasional ones I get on the left-hand side are always humdingers and this one was no exception. By 4am I was literally crying with the pain and had to have a bucket next to the bed to puke into which I did for about 2 hours. It wasn’t much fun and I hope it’s a long time before anything that severe happens again.
Despite having no sleep, and my head still throbbing, I had a big day ahead on Wednesday. My little dog had a small operation on Tuesday to have a lump removed from his leg which is being checked for cancer. He’s also had intermittent lameness since I got him, so while he was under sedation he also had his front legs x-rayed. Unfortunately some changes were noticed in his elbow joints, so he now needs a CT scan to check for diseases like elbow dysplasia. He’s only five and has a really active life – we’d both be devastated if he were sick.
My Mum hasn’t been well at all since leaving hospital 3 weeks ago, but it’s taken this long to get an appointment to see her GP. I always go with her these days, as she really doesn’t follow anything the doctors are saying to her (and my Dad is even more muddled). We’ve changed her medication slightly and I have to weigh her and check her blood pressure every day, and we go back for a follow-on appointment in 2 weeks. The GP apt was at 7.30 at night though, and I’m usually in bed by 4pm and stay there until the next morning. So to have zero sleep, have to be at the vets for 5.30pm, go and grab myself a bag of chips from the Chippy for supper, take my Mum to the health centre then go back to her house to sort her drugs out, it meant I wasn’t home til 9pm. I didn’t so much get into bed as fall into it!
In the meantime my Dad was stressed to the eyeballs. His Mum is 100 tomorrow. She is diabetic, partially hearing, almost blind, incontinent and can’t walk. She lives in sheltered housing but the warden is only on duty for 4 hours a day. She has carers who come in for 30 mins three times a day, but the rest of the time her care is down to my Dad. She’s so bloody stubborn she tries to walk on her own and falls every week without fail. This week she banged her head and had to be carted off to hospital for a CT scan, where she stayed for 3 days due to a urine infection. She came home at 4pm yesterday, and at 7pm my Dad received a phone call to say she’d fallen again! He went off his head and I can’t blame him. He has an ill daughter, a terminally ill wife and a sick Mother to look after. The poor man is 74 years old and really struggles. Enough already. I’m ringing my Nan’s Social Worker today to have a little chat, in confidence, about the situation (my Dad tells her all is fine because to admit otherwise means he’s letting his Mum down). My Nan needs round the clock residential care – we can’t carry on like this.
On top of all that I’ve had to resign my volunteer job. As many of you know, I fell out with a friend recently and she put an email I’d sent her up on Facebook for 200 of her friends to comment on. We share a dozen mutual friends, as we are all members of the 25% Group (a UK support group for people severely affected by M.E.), and some of these friends have now unfriended me (taken out of context I’m sure my email looked awful, but they were unaware of the events preceding it or any of the stress I’m currently under – they only got to hear one side of the tale and it wasn’t mine). Having been discussed, dissected and vilified on my former friend’s Facebook page my job as a volunteer Board member of the 25% Group became untenable. You can’t offer support to people who all think you’re a vile human being. I’ve been a Board member for 14 years now, so it’s a crying shame I’d been forced to quit. My boss is absolutely livid about the situation and pleaded with me to stay, but I’d been placed in an impossible situation and didn’t feel able to. I told him to contact my former friend and ask if she’ll volunteer her services to the Group for the next 14 years – I’m thinking probably not.
My Plan to have a less stressful 2014 appears to’ve packed its bags and run off screaming into the hills. I need a new Plan, one which preferably involves an £80million lotto win or being swept off my feet by the Prince of a small but wealthy nation (although I’m not fussy and would settle for a nice trained masseur or physical therapist – just, dear God, no more beef farmers 😉 ).