Thursday, April 3, 2025

Where is my health/what is it doing at the moment?

It’s improving. That’s the big thing, and while I explore all sides of my health (in an ME sense) in this post, please
understand my immense gratitude for that. Please also see the paragraph on privilege further down. 


I am doing things I have dreamt of for years, that in the moments of laying still in the dark and suffering so hugely, I desperately hoped I’d be able to do one day. And honestly, it’s hard to believe it’s happening. 


I am still in bed almost all of the time. I still have to do all toileting in bed. But with the help of lots of specialist equipment, I can hoist from bed to the shower, where I lay flat, and a carer showers me (meaning the whole process is flat). Many of my washes are still strip washes in bed though but often due to other factors as a shower in this way doesn’t really use much more energy. The amount of time I sit in my wheelchair fluctuates, as it always causes some form of PEM so it has to be done in a week that is otherwise mostly empty. I need to rest before and have space in the diary to crash after. So sometimes I don’t sit in it for months, sometimes I sit in it 3 times a month for many hours. I still sit in it reclined but I am closer to upright than I used to be, maybe even close to a 60-degree angle. But sitting in the wheelchair in particular has huge consequences for me lasting several days which leaves me not functioning to the same level or able to do as much as usual in bed. The classic increase in symptoms and a decrease in functionality. The positive is, though, that this increase in symptoms and PEM generally is not as severe as things used to be. 

 

Many (mostly non-sick people) measure improvement just by time out of bed but it’s not just those out-of-bed things but life in bed that matters so much as well. My quality of life is so much better than it used to be. I can sit propped up by my bed at a reclined angle for almost all of my waking hours. I can have the blinds open and in the evening my lights are set to 15% which is huge. At one point I wore sunglasses even with the blinds closed and if I had light it was one single lamp as dim as possible. I’m able to spend many hours each day crafting, occasionally watch a bit of TV (every couple of weeks normally as it does increase symptoms), and scroll as much as I want on social media generally. My symptoms are managed so much better by (many) medications. I struggle more with cognitive activities but less than I used to. I write most of my own emails and do some of my admin now. I still struggle with things like reading, audiobooks don’t work for me and like I said I don’t watch TV often. Many people I know can watch TV or listen to audiobooks but not craft and that shows just how different things can be for people. For me, it generally uses much less cognitive ability to craft than those other things. 


Something I need to address in this is privilege. I have been kept alive by carers, whilst it didn't change my ME level as I physically couldn’t and can’t do the things they do for me it does literally keep me alive. I make a distinction on that as I know some people need care to stop worsening because ME wise their body doesn’t tolerate making food or getting to the kitchen but they have to push to try - I couldn’t have pushed to try I physically was unable to walk or move to get to the kitchen for food etc. I have been supported by my family financially. I have received benefits and received support from family in applying for those benefits as it’s not something I was well enough to do. These things have allowed me to access private healthcare that has given me many medications which have drastically improved my quality of life. These medications aren’t necessarily to treat whole illnesses but reduce symptoms of them which improves my quality of life. And then it’s even a privilege I can tolerate these medications as many can’t due to things like MCAS and medication sensitivities. Private healthcare has given me helpful advice and saved me from horrific treatment by medical professionals that continued to make me progress in severity for years. 


And luck. That’s the other big thing. People can do everything I’ve done, even have not been made worse by harmful treatment, and still not improve. 


Something else to mention is the risk of worsening. It’s something I have to consider, regardless of if I want to or if it’s negative, to try and prevent it. This could be from trying to do things, I am at a point where to see my improvement I need to take some risks where I have no clue if they’ll crash me and no clue if the crashes will compound to lower my baseline more permanently. It’s also not just my choices that put me at risk but my other health conditions. I have been in and out of the hospital since August due to gastroparesis and being reliant on an NJ tube which constantly fails. Every time it causes severe symptoms with a lasting effect. Not only due to the environment of the hospital but also dehydration and going cold turkey on almost every single medication. It’s terrifying that it’s not even in my control. 


I think the thing that really sums up the improvement is that when I am doing these things I dreamt of, like going to the garden centre a couple of weeks ago, the impact and PEM from that is less severe than my baseline was a few years ago without having done anything. 


I am extremely grateful for these changes and improvements in my health and I hope I can be lucky enough to have more, and that I can prevent worsening, I hope this for everyone with ME and other chronic illnesses but change is needed systematically for that. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Being Reliant On The Unreliable

A sentence I’ve repeated many times to various people that sums up my thoughts on tube feeding: how terrifying it is to be totally reliant on something so unreliable. 


Due to gastroparesis, I am completely dependent on a naso-jejunal feeding tube. This has been the case since August last year. All of my nutrition medication and hydration go through this flimsy little tube that likes to kink what feels like every five minutes. The longest a tube lasted for me was a month and a half, the shortest was when it flushed in endoscopy but by the time I got wheeled back to the gastro ward nothing could flush through it. 7 tubes in under 6 months And most of those tubes were in short succession. There was a further 2 occasions where It kinked but the tube was saved at the hospital by repositioning it. 

Through all my health issues this has been the hardest thing mentally of all. The tube can absolutely control my life, being on constant alert for any signs it might be about to stop working due to a kink or block, jumping at the sound of the pump alarm for an occlusion because of all the times that sound is the start of a trip to hospital and it terrifies me. As minor as it may sound it’s the self-confidence issues and missing seeing my whole face. Feed leaks and exhausting medication rounds. Endoscopy after endoscopy when sedation doesn’t even work for you is awful. The uncertainty of making plans but unsure of if you’ll end up in hospital instead because most of the time it really happens with no advance warning. 

These pictures are some tube feeding moments from the last six months. From day one having the pumps on my pole to med rounds and throwing up tubes, PH strips showing it’s flipped into my stomach and hospital trips for replacements. Pretty tape and the giving sets entertaining my cat. And the days where thanks to my tube keeping me alive, and helping my health thanks to properly absorbed nutrition, I can do makeup and have a nice day. 

Being tube-fed is so challenging, it’s scary, it’s unstable and like living on a knife edge in terms of if it will cooperate. But tube feeding is also keeping me alive and that’s something I’m so grateful for this tube for.


Tuesday, December 31, 2024

2024 Over and Out

This year has been one of extremes. It’s really hard to round it up. The highs and the lows have had my mental and physical health bouncing back and forth. 

If it sums it up, I’m already crying whilst writing this and I’ve only done a total of three sentences. I’m crying because I’m proud of myself for surviving, and I’m crying because I’m traumatised by what I have survived. 

2024 I think has been one of, if not the hardest year of my life. Which given how 2020 and 2021 was for me, it says a lot. 

My health has been split, some of my illnesses have been the best they’ve been in years, some have reached new lows. 

I have had more trips to hospital this year alone than any previous years combined (though at least none of the admissions were as long as the seven month one before). 

An abscess and a lingering infection of it, a bad kidney infection following months of UTIs, just under a four week admission due to no longer tolerating any oral intake in which I got an NJ tube which has led to so many more admissions because my tubes have been very problematic. Six new tubes in four months and a further two times it kinked and needed manipulation in endoscopy or A&E. So many other things, such as family member deaths, care struggles etc. 

But whilst I’m leaving 2024 with a feeding tube, I’m also leaving with an incredible accessible annexe, a beautiful loving cat, still running my small card business @bykatiecards and improvements in the ME aspect of my health which meant I had my first two outpatient hospital appointments (which were the first non emergency trips out of the house) in just under four years. And then I went out and up the road for the first time in over four years. This was a non medical trip in my wheelchair which was just unbelievable. 

And I can say I have survived it. So have you. Im proud of me, and of you. Here’s to 2025



 

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Christmas Gratitude

This Christmas has looked very different to Christmases over the last few years. Both in good and bad ways. And that comes with the complicated mix of my health issues where I am so lucky that some have improved and yet some are the worst they have ever been. 


I may not have been able to actually eat christmas dinner in terms of swallowing it but I got to taste it by chewing and spitting which I am so grateful to have knowledge of thanks to this community. I got to be at the table with my family to enjoy the food in this way and when so many christmases have been alone in bed or even in hospital I am so lucky that I got to be sat in my wheelchair with them, to laugh, to talk, to enjoy. 

After the amount of hospital admissions I have had this year I am also simply just lucky to be at home. 

So I’m grateful. Today had the spirit of Christmas, it had family and joy. It was a healing day for a family that have been through so much in the last year. And I’m so privileged for that, not privileged despite but privileged including. Including needing to rest for most of the day, not swallowing food or drink. I am grateful. 

Sending so much love to those who were unable to participate and also love to those who did at the expense of now suffering for an unknown period. 

Thank you to all my wonderful friends who helped make my christmas, and who make me feel loved everyday.

Thursday, November 28, 2024

My first time out


A highlight of the year. 

I went out for the first time in my wheelchair, and I went out for the first time in over four years to somewhere other than a hospital. Which even that has, apart from two outpatient appointments this year, all been emergency admissions. 

I cannot begin to explain how huge this is. And many won’t understand how 5 minutes up the road to a postbox and back can be so huge. But to the girl two or three years ago and her absolute physical lowest with very serve ME this is everything. To me right now who has survived so much more than I can even comprehend, this is everything. I have hoped for years things like this would happen again. It’s indescribable to explain the feeling of these things coming true. 

Right now I feel so incredibly lucky. The negatives of the situation that others may think, in a wheelchair etc, and the impending PEM, don’t touch on my happiness. And that is something I wish for more of. Pure joy and magic. 

Though I guess I’m immediately faced with the inaccessibility of the world since I could get near the post box but not to actually put the letter in myself!

I am holding everyone in my thoughts unable to do this, I hope this day comes for you 💗

Monday, September 23, 2024

Turning 20


Today I turned 20. It marks the official end of my teens. My teenage years have had their challenges, a lot of them.
 


I got ill at 13, a month after my birthday. 
My 14th I was struggling with depression mainly due to friendship issues which were so bad that day 
I became bedbound at 15 
My 16th was spent in hospital during covid 
My 17th was the last time I saw my old best friend who treated me badly once I got ill. It was spent in bed with awful symptoms. 
My 18th I had shingles 
My 19th I finally felt like things were coming together, yet the age 19 was one of the hardest ive had with constant challenges thrown my way. 

Its been a rollercoaster. But a rollercoaster that I have survived. And there has been joy, good memories and so many wonderful friends made along the way. 

Just four weeks before my 20th birthday I had an NJ feeding tube placed due to not being able to keep any food or drink down. It really looked like I was going to have another birthday in hospital. So whilst today has not been the day ive been imagining it is better than I feared. 

Here’s to my twenties. Let’s hope they’re a lot better than my teens.

Sunday, September 8, 2024

Gastroparesis and a new addition

 August was quite the month. It was gastroparesis awareness month and boy was I aware. 


I got admitted to hospital once again unable to keep any food or drink down. Only this time I was already on all the different treatment options and they said there was nothing more they could do. 

Eventually they put in a NJ feeding tube which bypasses the stomach. There was many issues with the first tube so I had to go back to endoscopy another two times but eventually I had a working feeding tube. After being told by every single doctor I saw I wouldn’t be allowed home with a feeding tube the nutrition team consultant came and said that as long as I was tolerating it they would get me set up at home. 

So after three and a half weeks in hospital I am home with a new attachment. I am so relieved to be home but also so overwhelmed. When my GP got me admitted I hoped for a short admission with a solution. I have no clue how long I am going to need a feeding tube for. The discharge plan is to wean me of the tube in the community. I hope its possible. But as the nutrition consultant said, there is no cure for Gastroparesis. Im already feeling very burnt out from dealing with tube things, this is a really rough journey. 

My mental health is a mess, it usually is in September anyway with it being the anniversary of becoming bedbound. The 9th of September will be four years. It is also my birthday on the 23rd of September and that may look very different this year. i’ll be turning 20 and my teenage years will be over, having been ill for all but a month of them. 

Life has thrown so much at me this year and it’s hard to cope with. I really hope things look up from here.