Home truths – despair settles in

It’s been a while, dad has been moved into a care home due to his dementia getting worse and then was rushed into hospital where we were told that he had bowl cancer and things amped up at university with it being the final year. Change of location as the Psychology department was moved from St Peters campus to the City campus, final assignments, exams and final dissertation.

Speaking of changing campuses the trouble this has caused for me is unbelievable.   The move to the city campus was supposed to be a smooth transition until I found out that none of the lessons I had at the Priestman building where accessible. Add that to the up and down situation with my father, who as you may remember has mixed dementia, has caused me to miss out on workshops and lectures this semester. Leaving me at a disadvantage regarding my upcoming exams.

This all ended up with me in tears yesterday trying to hand in my dissertation project book and being unable to access the building and a able bodied woman banging on the toilet door in the shopping centre telling me to  hurry up…the disabled toilet  that is, which was being used by someone in a wheelchair…me.

People really don’t think do they? I mean we are supposed to be a society of caring, responsible, intelligent and understanding people…aren’t we? No… we are not!

I personally think that we as a society and a race we are de-evolving. I have tried for years to debunk the “them” and “us” divide but am wondering if it’s true after all.

No one will ever understand what it is like to get up every day and have to ask someone else for help you just to do the smallest of things like get out of bed, put pants on or stand up. It’s not just the embarrassment but the mental anguish it causes. I hate the way I am. I don’t enjoy it. I didn’t want it. It just happened and am left with the aftermath.

Society and the government sees me as a drain on resources, an inconvenience, someone to be singled out and criticised. Scapegoat for fraud, rising unemployment figures. My peers either pity me, or blank me there are very few who support me and have stood by me throughout this, but they, no matter how had they try can never understand what it is like. I have lost count of how many friends don’t bother with me anymore, or how often am over looked when it comes to nights out or family events, it’s an inconvenience you see. Me being in a wheelchair.

I  sometimes need help to sit up, get dressed, pick up things off the table or floor, get tablets out, and cook a meal. Don’t even get me started on having a shower. I can’t do stairs and need someone to help me step off a kerb. I can’t go anywhere on my own as I need someone to push me, I can’t walk the dog, go for a walk, swim, dip my toes in the water, go in the sea, walk on the beach, feel the sand between my toes, clean my own house, get to the girls room, wear funky socks, soak in a bath or even get in a bath or feel a carpet under my feet.

I take tablets morning noon and night and then in-between. They make me gain weight and bloat me even though I barely eat I still gain weight and can’t lose it. Yes I have the odd treat but you look at me, a larger lady in a wheelchair with no legs and the automatic assumption is “who ate all the cakes, pies and biscuits” and it’s thought that the legs where lost due to being fat, over weight and diabetic. They weren't. I feel disgusted in myself, don’t worry. It has been said to me that by someone that I am the reason that they have an eating disorder….they don’t want to turn out looking like me…fat.

The disabled complain about the “disabled porn” how we shouldn’t be inspirations, bollocks to that! I hope I am an inspiration to abled or disabled people. I work hard just to do day to day stuff never mind go out, work or go to university. 

I feel dead inside.

 I have sitting in front of the telly not leaving the house unless it’s my weekly one day a week trip to the town or off to the doctors or hospital to look forward to. No one would hire me due to not being able to guarantee when I would be in. I hate the way I am, I hate the way I look, and I hate my size. “Just go on a diet” “you need to move more look for wheelchair exercise” “just go on slimming world I did “yes and you lost weight because you are more mobile than me…it’s not that simple. I wish it was.

I get up every day, some days when I don’t want to. Some days I just can’t face it but I get up. Everything you take for granted, every little thing you do, needs the utter most planning for me to do or participate in, that’s if I can.

 A day out with my family, a meal, a trip or a holiday needs to be planned to every last detail. Access, toilets, fitting through doors, getting round, getting there. I worry constantly about getting in the peoples way or blocking things or places. I worry about being an inconvenience, the embarrassment and the mental torture I put myself through. When something goes wrong or there are issues accessing 

somewhere or something it makes it worse, it’s like ramming it home, rubbing it in my face.

I just worry.

This is not what I wanted, despite what you might think. I want a life, I want my life, I miss my old life.

THE END OF THE ACADEMIC YEAR

This time at college has really flown by. In less than 5 weeks I will come to the end of my first year on my Extended Degree in Psychology. September will see me moving onto campus at St Peters and playing with the big boys.

I remember thinking that I would never understand any thing they where on about in Research Methods, IT or Algebra and Stats. Now look at me I am heading towards a first, Still don't understand but can do Algebra..if forced too!( still want to know why the letters, its wrong, so wrong, what do they stand for Apple, X for Xray? is it some secret mathematical Morse code or something?) Getting ready to sit a Stats exam and created, implemented and wrote a 20 page report on an experiment to do with memory for Research Methods with Joanne ( although must remember to call them "participants" and not "victims").

All joking aside, the last 9 month has been a hell of a ride for me and helped me develop, grow and become comfortable with who I am and where am at in my life. The best thing I ever did was leave the rat race and I now know that being in a wheelchair does not stop you from living your life to the full. Its not been an easy lesson and not every thing at college has been smooth. I still feel that they have a lot of kinks to iron out not just for disabled students but for everyone who takes a HE course as part of the University.

Friday sees me going across to the University for a visit to campus so I can get an idea of what faces me across their and to iron out any bumps. Also meeting with the staff and the DSA team who will help me with any needs I have. Promise to bring back photos ! Am thinking of taking on a more active role at University as well, getting more involved in things on campus. So I am applying to be a BPS student rep as well as looking at raising money/awareness for mental health with Jo by doing a lot of crazy and fun things during fresher week in September and last week of College( need to get permission first and work things out). But watch this space.

Not going to even mention my weight as am sulking about it and not speaking to my body ! but when I get out of my strop I will give you an update.

To be fair these last couple of weeks have been hard. I am currently fighting off an infection under my arm where an abscess burst and its making me feel rather ill, the sleep apnea seems to be getting worse, so too the arthritis and am swelling up like a balloon due to the fibro. So i think I can forgive myself a little here for not being hyper good with  the food and exercise.

But a bit of good news to end. I can now walk into the sitting room or to the bathroom without using my crutches or the chair. Its progress, slow, but at least its something. :)

REFLECTIONS

Happy Valentines to every one !!!

Its times like this that make me reflect on how lucky I am. My mam always used to tell me that I should be thankful as there is always some one worse off in the world then me. She was right.

Although the pain today is making it hard to appreciate and see that.

Due to this horrible weather the UK is suffering from  at the moment, my pain has tripled and caused all kinds of issues. One being missing time at college. I have already had to take a week off and struggled most of last week to attend. By Wednesday they where so bad I had to ask some one else to do the experiment for me ( dissecting and eyeball yummy !) and some one else to take notes. Thursday I had to miss a big maths exam in algebra, luckily though the college have been very supportive and I will be able to sit it when I return after the half term.

Its one of those days where I could climb back into bed, pull the covers up, curl into a ball and cry with pain.  Instead due to  having responsibilities and things to do, it has made me reflective. Since my first Symes amputation 7 year ago my health has started to deteriorate. By the time i had both lower legs removed 3 year ago it rapidly went down hill. I have been currently diagnosed with the following:

stating the obvious - double below knee amputation
raynaud's in my stumps (circulation issues)
Osteoarthritis in knees, lower back, hips, shoulders, wrists with possible Rheumatoid arthritis in hands
Severe sleep apnoea 
Chronic fatigue syndrome
IBS
Ulcer
Fibromyalga
also prone to anxiety and panic attacks as well as depression.
Now isn't that a lovely list !! and that's what I can remember off the top of my head.

But am still lucky.
My hubby David has been my rock and there is so much put on his shoulders and he takes it all in his stride. My children have been brilliant. They may have the moments ( which kids don't !) and  I may not see eye to eye with the two oldest ones, but with out them two I would be lost. My support network also contains my very close friends ( you know who you are), who are like family to me and are my surrogate brother and sisters again we would be lost without you. Our  own family's have not been there to be blunt about it. David  is a proud person and does not like to ask for help from any one but during the amputations and every thing we have been through,  not one member of our family's offered or even asked if he needed help or support with the kids. As my mam was dead by this point the only person that tried was his mam, god rest her soul. No phone calls, no hospital visits, nothing .

But am still lucky.
David is my 3rd husband. The first one is not worth mentioning, a silly mistake from my youth. The second is the oldest two "sperm donor" ( sorry jo had to pinch it), went missing for 8 years of there life and refuses to pay a penny. What he has paid over the last 13 years is about a years worth with arrears in the thousands but always finds a way to  get out of it or disappear. And David plods on, taking on more and more so I have to do less and less, never complains still loves me for me a fantastic father and a fantastic husband. He always understands when am ill, knows the right things to say or do, how to make me smile and stands by me no matter what. I have had other tests done that have thankfully came back with the all clear including for my liver, heart (they thought I had been having mini strokes),cancer and genetics. At this moment in time we are awaiting the results from a MRI scan . Every time the post comes I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I honestly don't think i could take another lot of bad news, another diagnosis of something being wrong or something else for me to fight against in order just to lead a normal life.

But am still lucky.
I am not doing well with the weight loss, still trying to battle on to get this degree as I want a better life for my family. My youngest boy has ASD (autism spectrum disorder) and may very well have a form of Talipes ( we need to have that confirmed) and taking him to Florida every two years is my goal as it really helped him to manage some of his social issues and bring him out of his shell. I don't care if I have  to scrape the money together or beg borrow and steal. I will do it for my children especially him. I don't care what any one thinks or says.

But am still lucky.
I want to work, but I can barely manage to type this blog today.

But am still lucky.........


  

TIME APART

It has been four month since I last wrote anything. To be honest I didn't see the point or writing unless there was something to write about and the last four month to some degree has been the same old same old....
However saying that certain things have happened.

Still trying to battle with the Fibromyalgia which has included and not limited to CB Therapy which didn't work for me, upping my exercise, changing my diet, playing around with the pain killers and just in case some herbal remedies.  So far the attacks are not as often unless I do something really silly like write, hold a book for too long or try to bake (Easter saw me laid up for over a week!)Still waiting on the Sleep clinic, off to there next week so lets see what happens.

With regards to my personal life I have re booked Disney for next year and I am happy to say that I have got my place at university to study Psychology in September.

 However as a disabled student I am still trying to get the college I am doing the first year with to complete a questionnaire I need done to enable me to be assessed by the University for the help I will  need whilst there.  I am glad to have something to look forward too as I am sick and  tired of being out of work even though I know it can not be helped.  I really don't understand how some people actually like this kind of life!  David is still working hard with his photography and my eldest is due to leave to go Staffordshire University in September. My eldest daughter is achieving well at school and I am very proud of both of them. I am unsure if I have mentioned this before but my youngest son Tyler has been diagnosed with ASD(autism Spectrum Disorder), which has proved to be challenging but very rewarding at the same time. It looks like last years trip to Florida helped him to adjust and accept certain things better so hence the reason why we have booked again, even if it kills me or breaks me, we are going back if it means it will benefit him.  Not to mention the brilliant time we all have as a family.
We have been told it is more social interaction that he has the issues with and is 2 year ahead in maths and reading then his year group/age and could sit his SATa now.  He is 98th percentile when it comes to using and understanding context and grammar of language....in other words he is a smart arse :)

The biggest thrill for me so far has been when I was asked to do a screen test  for a major film role but it is all hush hush so can say no more, but how many people get a chance to even do that, it was one hell of an experience !

Things with rehab and the amputation have came to a screeching halt am afraid.  Was trying to up the anti with the walking and being more independent (due to the fibro I can no longer self propell in the chair) and was using the recent nice weather to  try walking and physio in the park. It looks like I have developed a pressure point though.  Woke up 2 days ago, put my legs on, went to the bathroom (ooh which I forgot to tell you has now been fully adapted, we paid for all the decoration, the council paid for the adaptations)and when I took my legs back off it was bleeding right next to  my scar. After trying to get some information on what had happened and how to manage it (GPs as usual wanted nothing to do with it as it was down to my amputation and the district nurse couldn't do anything or suggest anything to do as it was not an open wound),  it looks like a problem with the legs so I need to go to the Freemans...but there is a problem you see....they will take my legs off me due to the fact am overweight for them.

Great choice eh? lose the legs, become totally housebound again (screwing up uni), and be a fat bird in a chair with less chance of losing weight (how do you lose weight when you can't get out of a sodden wheelchair?), or say nowt, wait for the pressure point to(hopefully) heal and keep trying to lose weight by exercise as well as diet (without starving yourself),praying the pressure point doesn't come back or get infected?

I am starting to wonder what help there is for amputees in the UK, or more specifically in the North East of England.  My experience's so far are not good. There seems to be no support network, or places to go to find out answers to everyday questions concerning pressure points or weight /exercise problems for example. It is very much a case of being bounced around from the doctors, nurses,limb centre,walk in centres and physio with many of them either unwilling to deal with you or just no understanding of what you are experiencing.

LIFE GOES ON

So not coping too well with the staying at home thing until my health is better.

Applied for a job today, just local and part time but lets see how it goes. Other then that still waiting to hear from the rheumatologist, as still need the ultra sound on my hands and the results from the x rays and bloods.
In the mean time I have opted to down grade from the morphine back to Tramadol for pain relief.  Unfortunately this doesn't work as well as the others but it gives some relief and I am hoping along with the Amitriptyline and the sleep clinic and therapy, it works.

Still doing the physiotherapy in the mornings, now up to 45 minutes each time but  without them I have a lot of pain and great difficulty in moving.  Some mornings I can't. So at least the exercise keeps me moving... literally

This is where are hoping to stay the next time we go to Florida.  The weather there was amazing and really helped  my legs and arthritis  This was when I noticed how bad things had got.  Whilst in Florida not only did the aches disappear but my mobility increased dramatically. Upon return to the UK it seemed to hit me in a matter of days.  Not only did the pains come back ten fold but my mobility suddenly dropped.

The  stumps are not doing so well either, due ton so if swelling and circulation issues. Will eventually have to bite the bullet and go back to the limb centre to be remeasured and re fitted for my legs. The only concern is that due to my considerable weight gain I may not be able to wear prosthetics. Trying to lose the weight should be easy in my mind, but as most of you are already aware of, not so easy in reality. But lets keep trying. I was once told by my granddad that you get out of life what you put in so if you give 110% you will get 110% back. So every day I start again and try.

HOW TIME FLY'S WHEN YOUR HAVING FUN....NOT

Well it is hard to believe that 5 month has gone by.

The road I have been  on has been a bumpy one to say the least, with lots of twists and turns along the way. The first thing I guess would be to mention what happened at the tribunal.  Well I lost but not after proving my point and making them very uncomfortable.  They turned up 6 suited and booted to my three, they had a lawyer I couldn't afford one so represented myself. His statements where contradicting and he even tried to say that I was in a wheelchair prior to this amputation which is untrue. Although I lost it felt really good to be able to take a stand for myself for a change and not be intimidated to back down.  The holiday was excellent!! Best thing ever and just what the doctor ordered for me.  Although the legs did blister and I had to spend at least one day with out my legs on, it did not put me off  from having fun and I have to say all the staff at the hotel and theme parks where very helpful so a big thank you and well done to Disney world. In fact they where so helpful that when we turned up we found out that they had put us on the second floor, bearing in mind I still cant do stairs. They immediately changed that for us and because the rooms where not wheelchair accessible ( although they where still roomy enough for me to get in and maneuver with my wheelchair) they provided a bath seat for me to use. The flight staff where brilliant with Thompson's as well we booked in premium economy for the extra leg room and it made all the difference to me. They where great with the wheelchair and the assistance on  and off the plane, getting rid of all the fears I had.  In fact I enjoyed the holiday so much we are planning to go back next year. Nearly all the rides where wheelchair or disabled access and everywhere we ate very accommodating  in fact so where all the shops and transport as well.

However, on my return things took a  turn for the worse.  Within two weeks of being back in the UK I started suffering with pains in my hands, fingers,wrists, shoulders and back. This was annoying to say the least as in Florida it had not effected me in fact the sunshine and the heat helped to improve my mobility greatly. Within a very short period of time I ended up on the sick and have since had to leave work altogether.  The doctors checked for rheumatoid arthritis as I already knew I had arthritis just not what type, but this came back negative.   I have tried liquid morphine, zoramorph and oxycontin which just ended up in server side effects and a lot of time staring at walls!
In the end I was referred to a rheumatologist at the hospital who thinks I may suffer from Fibromyalgia that is also causing chronic fatigue syndrome. To make sure they have x rayed my hands, taken more bloods and I am awaiting a ultra sound as well. Unfortunately this is something I will have for the rest of my life but symptoms can be elevated with exercise, help with sleep and medication as well as less stress and relaxation ( 6 kids(one being a hormonal teen), one dog, one cat and two kittens..really? they think I can cut stress out and relax). So the plan is they want me to attend a sleep clinic and start taking amitriptyline.  I already exercise every day due to the physio  I do and I am looking at ways to loose weight, so cross your fingers (cause I can't ) that it works.  I am hoping to get back to work once the pain of this is under control. Obviously the knock on effect it is having with my walking as using the crutches or wheeling myself around is extremely painful and it also can be connected to the pain I have in my stumps.
So at the moment  I am waiting to hear from the dole regarding ESA and have applied to University to study Psychology so hoping that comes through.
OOh before I go another thing to add to the list of things wrong I also have a stomach ulcer.....my life is great  :)

TEARS, TANTRUMS BUT NO TIARA'S

Sorry it has been a while since writing anything down.  The only excuse I have is life getting in the way.

so much has happened since the last time I sat here to talk to you, where to start?  From the beginning I guess.

I am doing good. After a few false starts with the physiotherapy, things started to get a lot better. I had some issues with blisters that we thought was down to the sockets or the liners not fitting properly, but what we found out was it was due to the stumps sweating. I know this sounds bizarre, it did to me when it was first mentioned, but every time I put my legs on any activity I do will heat them up, there fore they will start to get "sweaty."   So after some research ( as this had never been mentioned before) I found out how to care for my stumps and the liners to help prevent this from happening again.

So every night I take the legs off to rest the stumps.  I wash them down with warm water but no soap then dry them thoroughly.  Then I use a soft lint free cloth and warm water and wash the inside of the silicone liner and dry it off with a lint free towel.  Then I use a little bit of baby oil on the stumps just to make sure the skin doesn't dry out.  At bed time I use a specially formulated deodorant in roll on format.  no I know what you think deodorant for stumps, but this was actually recommended to me by my limb specialist. you put it on and let it dry leaving it over night then wash it off the next day. you must follow the directions .  so far it has reduced the redness I was getting from wearing my limbs and as long as it keeps the blisters away I will be happy.  Especially as I am off on holiday in 8 weeks.

The physiotherapist was so happy with my progress that they have now moved me on to elbow crutches in the house and for transferring, which means that I am sorted for my holidays.  I ended up losing my temper (surprise), for the umpteenth time when I couldn't get into the car the way they where showing me.  In the end my friend came round with her car and I worked it out on my own, sometimes i think it just takes them to show you the technique but for you to actually go out there and do it for yourself.  I also believe that when you do finally conquer those demons that it means more and does more good for your own self confidence.  I have missed out on a lot over the last couple of month due to be too scared to try things including my sons 8th birthday party, going out with my kids and the Jubilee celebrations at the park and beach with my family. But know am ready to go back to work in the office.
My current employer has been fantastic in supporting me during these last couple of month and just wished there where more companies out there who could be supportive of there employees regardless of what is wrong or whether a disability is involved or not.  I am not going to lie.  Going back to work is scaring me shitless !! I don't expect you to understand. I don't really understand other then to say that am scared of making a fool of myself and not wanting to be relying on any one for help.  In an ideal world I would be able to wait until all my rehab is over, out the wheelchair, no longer needing the taxis, no sticks, fully independent.. But needs must when the devil is knocking at your door as the saying goes and I do have holiday money to save up.  I think my main concern is two fold really.  One that something will happen, I will fall or something at work and show myself up (again), in front of every one I work with and second, I stick out like a sore thumb when I all want is to "fit" in and belong.  I have to rely on everyone for doors, for drinks, dinner etc.

I could leave work and go on ESA but I have no idea if I would be entitled to it and it would mean a hell of a drop of income.  Why would I not be entitled to it ? Well that brings me to my other bit about what is going on in my life at the moment.  I am currently taking a former employer to tribunal for discrimination and unfair dismissal.  Part of this is non payment of National Insurance, which means am missing a years worth of contributions.  This in turns means no benefits, this is why I had no choice but to rush straight into another job when I could have done with taking the time out for rehab to be honest.  So as you can see no idea about ESA.
As yet the former employer will not accept the claim and is trying to say that I am ...well...basically paranoid, but he is also trying to get out of the unfair dismissal part as well by trying to get it struck off.  Looking at my new employer and my past employer , the difference  is unbelievable .  The size of the companies is not much different  but the way they treat their employers is phenomenal !!

And finally the holiday. 8 weeks till I leave for Florida. The arguments I have had with Thompson's is unreal over the dinning plan and believe it or not they booked my wheelchair on the plane and although it was requested no assistance for getting on the aircraft or off it !!  I have asked Disney for a adapted ground floor room so lets see what we get. It has been suggested that I email the holiday company direct and see what happens, maybe I will.

However I am still waiting for my lottery win so I can buy better legs and enjoy my holiday,but still no tiara....

ALL CHANGE....AGAIN !

Well my first physiotherapy  went really well and have had another one since then.

All concerns where laid to rest when I managed to impress them with a sit to stand from the wheelchair to the bars without using the bars for support. After 6 lengths of the bar they told me that if I could sit to stand from my chair to a zimmer frame then I could take the frame home! As I have always preformed better under pressure and in the face of a challenge, ( just take a look at the rest of my life!), I managed and felt rather proud  of my self to say the least.
I asked Emma my physiotherapist  for a prognosis based on what I had managed.  Although it was not fantastic I was really pleased with it.  Within 2 month I should be steady enough and confident enough to transfer from my chair to a front passenger seat of a car or another chair, using a swivel transfer.  Within 4 month (in time for my hols), I should be able to get into the office without my wheelchair, get around the house with out my chair and when out shopping etc using  mixture of sticks and the wheelchair.  This means that although I will still need a wheelchair to go away with as well as help on the plane etc , I should be able to transfer into the plan seat, use the toilets, transfer on to rides and sit at the dinner tables for meals.
They still think at least 6-9 month before am out of the wheelchair altogether and using just sticks/elbow crutches and 12-18 months before am fit and well.  This weeks physio went even better.  Since getting the frame to bring home I have been practising very hard with the stand to sits from the chair as you can see.  So much so that when I went on Thursday they took me out of the bars and give me a walker (frame with wheels), and I walked 35 meters !! I was ecstatic! We are aiming for 70 meters this week.

Obviously I was still concerned about work as the news was good for me but not so much for that.  After a telephone meeting with one of the managers of the company they agreed to support me through this period which was fantastic!!! So at the moment I am working from home for 16 hours over a 4 day period which fits great with my treatment and hospital appointments. This will be looked at again 2 month.
Although this does now mean that I am totally house bound and a recluse because I now only leave the house for appointments at physio and hospital.  Nothing more has been heard from the council re a ramp and unfortunately whilst out on Bank Holiday with my daughters, even with a wider solid ramp and wider doors, I still went off the ramp and nearly splatted on the floor !! David pushed too fast, the wheel at the front turned and it went off the edge.  With the speed David was pushing it didn't take much  for the momentum to take the rest of the chair off ! Lucky for me David caught the chair before it went completely off and lift it back onto the ramp.  Needless to say he is not allowed to push me up any more lol.

I still can't believe though that in this day and age there is still places that although refurbished not long ago don't have disabled access.  Last Saturday was my best friends wedding, but due to the premises not having disabled access  I was not able to attend the reception day or night.  I was disappointed and my friend was upset by this.  As to date I am still waiting for a reply from the company that owns the pub.  Will keep you informed.