Things to Think About

Days Like Today Are The Hardest

Sup yo.  How is everyone doing tonight?  I know it’s been a while since my last post.  Sorry about that.  Things have been kinda crazy as well as I have dealing with quite the Meganitis Flare.  Yup, full on FML mode.

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So , yeah the flare is super great.   After 4 and a half years , I still have all the same symptoms ( except the rash, thank God ) and still no answers.  I live in constant pain, some days are better than others. And I have come to accept that Winter and the cold make it worse.  I feel better in the warmer months, I would love to realize that I am in no pain, honestly don’t see that happening , but a girl can dream.

As far as my weight loss surgery goes – its great, down 80 lbs!  I need to work out . That has been difficult since the daily pain plagues me.  But I keep trying to make better choices , definitely navigating better though.

Which all brings me to today … I am determined that this will be the year I put a name to what I refer to as Meganitis.  My rhumetologist is great, but I feel like we keep going in circles.  The plan has been to treat the symptoms rather than dig deep and get a diagnosis.  And, I was okay with that . I just wanted to feel better.  But now, I am at a point where this bitch needs a NAME!  I feel like if I have a name for this – I can effectively treat it.

I am all out there. I wear my heart on my sleeve, I cannot keep shit in. I am very open about my condition and my struggles. The reason I am so open about it is, what if that one person I share my story with has the same issues or knows someone that does. I do not want to miss out on the opportunity to gain knowledge about this or to help someone with what I have done to cope.  In being so open, people always have always told me that I have this or I have that , or I need to do this or I need to do that .  As much as I appreciate everyone’s concerns and I know that everything comes from a place of love, none of them are doctors.  But, what I do is take the information people send my way and I do my own research as well as discuss it with my doctors.  Sometimes its a very easy answer why XYZ isn’t my thing and sometimes, its like okay , lets do some tests and blood work and see what comes up .  Normally , I would say that doctors throwing shit at a wall to see what sticks would be insane. But I am lucky that my doctors are all in agreement that I am a unique case and listen to my concerns.

This all brings my to my latest appointment today .  Blood work .  My PCP is doing a whole complete work up and according to the records, giving me tests that I have not previously received. With so many doctors in different locations, something gets lost in communication.  I get it.  It happens.  But that’s also the reason I have my binder of  tests, procedures, and surgeries.  Someone’s gotta right?

My mother has been on my mind lately , more than usual. It hit me like a ton of bricks today .  You see, every appointment, every lab visit, every text or email from the doctor, I would call my Mom when I got out.  Just to tell her what happened or what was happening or the plan for the next visit .  Talking to her always made me feel better, most of the time I leave frustrated and she always knew what to say to ease my mind.  I walked out today and grabbed my phone to call her.  Like auto pilot.  Cried all the way back to work.

Grief and loss , I have yet to find the way to deal with them in  good way . Mostly I am just a crier.  I miss her so damn much, my heart hurts. I know she is around, I do get her signs, but nothing will ever be the same.

I read this today on a Grief and Loss page and it really struck home.

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Go ahead, have a good cry . I know, you feel it too.  I miss her immensely, but it really is these little times that creep up and hit me hard.

I really am focused on getting answers this year .  I just hope I am successful.

You know what I say … Just Keep Swimming!!!

Until next time folks !

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Conumdrum

co*num*druma confusing and difficult problem or question

 

Its no secret that I need to lose weight.  Now more than ever.

I am like the Stay Fucking Puft Marshmallow Man.

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( Actual Likeness)

I am the first to admit, I am by no means a healthy eater and it has been quite some time since I was able to do a proper workout.  I would love nothing more than to get into the gym and lift heavy shit.  I am so hopeful that this new medicine will allow me to resume my life.

Have you ever felt trapped?  Try being trapped in a body you don’t recognize.  I feel like the real me is buried underneath these layers of blubber and she is drowning. Suffocating. She is disentergrating.  It’s like I am stuck in here and my skin is going to burst.

Here is my issue – and by no means am I making excuses or blaming someone else for my situation…. The fact of the matter is very simple.

Up to the past week, I hurt.  My whole body was sore.  It is very difficult to do anything when you are in pain.  So maybe it is an excuse, but it is the reason I have not worked out or done anything remotely resembling exercise.  I don’t eat good either, can’t blame that on anyone either.  Current status is wicked sore left knee. Fuckin arthritis. UGHHH

I have allowed my disease to rule my life.  I am not proud of it, this is a badge I do not want.  But sadly , this has become my reality.  And not for nothing I do not even have a name for this disease.  I have a faceless demon ripping my life from me and I can’t even blame anything for it.  Its frustrating as hell.

  • Whole body pain
  • Fire skin
  • Exhaustion

These are for the most part,  daily occurances.  While I have had some relief from the pain depending on the different medication I have been on , it always comes back.

Tonight I will do my  6th Actemra injection.  All in all, so far, the whole body pain has subsided and  the fire skin has too.  My knees are killing me, but I am pretty sure that is more due to my ridiculous weight gain.

So here I am , wanting to work out, wanting to be a better version of me and here I sit, broken. That is my conumdrum.

When I went to the Sleep Disorder doc, she recommended that I check out the Center for weight Management at the hospital.  I said yes, figured I would get some tips and tricks and maybe, just maybe , be able to jump start my weight loss.

I am stuck in a vicious circle.

Need to lose weight —> In pain and hurts to move so I can’t exercise  —> depressed about it all —> Eat more and move less due to the pain and depression —->  Miserable all the time —> always exhausted —> New medicine ( yay!) —> soreness subsides EVERYWHERE EXCEPT MY KNEE! —-> Finally feeling better —> can’t do shit cause my knee makes it hard to move— Back where I started —> Need to lose weight

So at the appointment I get weighed in of course.  And the number is the highest it has ever been, like disgustingly high.  Didn’t help that I had to do it twice cause the nurse asked me to get on the scale then walked away, like I needed to see those big red numbers twice.  Ugh.

Then as I sit reeling from the metaphorical weight of my physical weight, the nurse lightly says ” I’ll take of 3 pounds for shoes and clothes”.

BIG SHIT,what difference does 3 pounds make?! Is that supposed to comfort me?

Doc comes in and I go over my history while she takes notes and reads my file.  When your doctor says ” oh boy ” multiple times….. kinda sucks.  So she non chalauntly says I am definitely a candidate for surgery, particularly the sleeve version.  Because of my ” complex medical history” and my ,current medications, she did not feel that putting me on the common weight loss pill would be good for me and would cause issues.  She prescribed a hormone shot that I will do every day that should help with cravings.  Of course I need to wait for the insurance to approve it, so , not sure how that will work just yet.

So , here I wait.  I was told the surgical team will call me to start the process and make sure I qualify.  And all my doctors need to approve as well.  1st step is an informational meeting that I need to attend.

I have to be honest, I never imagined that I would be someone considering weight loss surgery.  And I know that my current state is of my own doing , and if I do the surgery , to be successful I need to change a lot. And did I get some help from the meds I was on? I am sure I did, but I can’t blame being morbidly obese on them.

My life is my fault.  And maybe if I didn’t weigh so much , my Meganitis would not be as bad.  Who knows?  All I know is that I need to do something that gives me a fighting chance at feeling better.  Everything is connected.

The absolute worst thing about all of this weight shit is I did it to myself.  Its completely embarrassing being this gross thing that I have become.

Sometimes, I just don’t know who I am .  Like there is a version of myself I see in my head and she sees the outside and can’t get out or be heard.  I know I am a crazy person.

I just want to be happy.  Happy in myself, happy with myself, Happy in this life.  I just have 37 years of failure to contend with. Isn’t it awful that more often than not, we are our own worst enemies?

Cheers to new hopes on the horizon…

 

Just Keep Swimming and Don’t Stop Believing,
Xoxo Meg

 

 

 

 

 

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Reflections

My kids are back to school today .  Not only does it make me feel old to have a high schooler, but I wish summer wasn’t over.

I have been trying on my days off of class to do some form of exercise, be it a walk or a run, something.  So, Sunday, I convinced my husband to go out with me.   He wouldn’t run, but we had a long walk.  We talked a lot about fitness and working out.  His reasons for not and my rebuttals shooting him down.  One of the things he commented was that ” it was like talking to a new Megan”  Coming from my husband who I have seen every day for just about 20 years, this meant a lot.   We walked over 2 miles, and honestly I probably could of gone farther.

I am a new Megan.  I have pride in myself and my fitness.  I have goals.  I have a direction.  I may bobble on my path, but I don’t fall off of it.  My wagon may get into a fender bender, but it is not a total loss like it was before.  I am adapting and yes, this is a slow process, but I wouldn’t change it for a moment.  I am learning about myself, my body and people in general.  We all have greatness within us, its just lighting the spark and taking the chances that makes the difference.

Most of you have ended up here because we are on the same journey, some of us just starting out, some months in, some years in, but who cares how long its taking?  WE are doing better for ourselves.  Its a process and a lifestyle change.  Kudos to us for keeping to it and perservering!

I am a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, and everyone one of those happenings shaped and molded us into the people we are today.

I choose to reflect on how I was, how I felt ,= and I am making damn sure she is not coming back!  I just gotta think of how good right now feels and how it will feel even better when I have more months under my belt.

Change is good.  Change is necessary.  We have to keep moving forward.  Keep  swimming  when we feel we have given all we can. Keep swimming  when you have sweat coming out of your eyeballs. Keep swimming when your body aches and it hurts to move.  It’s all good!  Its all great!

WE ARE DOING THIS AND WE ARE AMAZING! 

Never ever ever give up!

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