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Monday, 22 February 2016

A very long-overdue update!

It's been a long time since I last wrote a post on this blog; last August in fact! So first, let me apologise for being so quiet on what was meant to be a place where I regularly update you on what's been going on in my life. The last five months have been a bit of a roller coaster, and I've struggled to keep up with all my commitments, so unfortunately some things, like this blog, fell by the wayside. I kept meaning to update, but every time I thought about it I couldn't get my head around how to catch you up with everything that's gone on, so put it off again. But I feel like it's been too long now, and I really want to have a more relaxed space where I can just post odd bits and pieces more related to my health. I love my main blog - it's a space I can feel like me and indulge in my loves, like beauty and fashion, without always having to think of my health. But I have realised I also need somewhere that I can just pour out all those things in my head that I struggle to make sense of, and I think this blog fulfils that purpose.

If you hadn't noticed (or are a new reader) I have decided to change the name of this blog from 'Unicorns and Floral Crowns' to 'Zebra Crossing.' When I originally started this blog I just couldn't think of a name I liked, so ended up combining a couple of things I love. But after a lot of thinking, I decided I wanted it to reflect the fact that this will be a place I can talk about my health, and Zebra Crossing came to mind. People with EDS are often referred to as zebras, if you were a little confused where the zebra came from! I've been thinking about the best way to bring you up-to-date so I can start posting more regularly, and have decided to break it down a month at a time, doing a quick round up of what happened each month. I hope it won't be too long and boring!

August 2015

In my last post I told you about having a seizure while I was in hospital waiting for an operation, so a lot of August was spent recovering from that, and my holiday in Cornwall. I had an appointment with an orthopaedic specialist about my hips, which have always caused me a lot of problems. As I expected, she said it is due to my EDS and the connective tissue not holding the joints together properly. I'm giving physiotherapy a try, but there is the possibility that I may need surgery at some point in the future. 

My Dad also arrived home from Japan, which was lovely, as I'd really missed him being away for three weeks. It was great to hear about all his adventures, and he brought us back some lovely presents, including a beautiful traditional Japanese costume for me. 



I also saw my Neurogastroenterology Professor up in London, which was fairly uneventful. We talked about me coming off Tramadol so I can try a new drug to try and improve my digestive motility, but decided I needed to wait for my appointment with the pain consultant for guidance. At the end of August I had my appointment at the 'First Fit Clinic' and saw one of the Neurology Registrars. He referred me for an EEG and sent my brain and spine MRI to be looked at by a specialist radiologist.

September 2015

At the beginning of September I met up with my college friends for dinner, which was so lovely, and was exciting to chat about starting on our university courses. We're all doing different things at different places, so won't be able to see each other that often, which is a real shame as we all get on so well. Around the same time, I also had to head up to London for some gastrointestinal physiology tests, which weren't particularly pleasant. Thankfully they didn't pick up any problems with the muscles they were investigating, although it does mean we don't have any answers for some of the symptoms I've been experiencing. 

During the second week of September, I had to make an appointment with a different GP, as mine wasn't available, to discuss the fact I had found a lump in my right breast. I convinced myself it was nothing and would go away after a week or two, but it didn't, so my Mum encouraged me to see the doctor. I was referred to the breast clinic for investigations, but was told to try not to worry (easier said than done!) 

On the 14th September, I had my induction week at university. To say I was terrified would be an understatement! But it actually went really well - I met my support worker, who is lovely, and started to get to know my course mates and lecturers. I even went to the course social, and ended up sitting round a pub table with a load of men, as none of the other girls had turned up!



The week after my induction at Uni, I had to go to Chertsey for my EEG. For those that don't know what happens, they spent ages measuring my head and marking it with a red pencil (not great when you have bright red hair!) They then stuck lots of little electrodes to my scalp, which were connected to a computer. The whole test ended up making me feel quite unwell, especially when I was asked to watch a flashing light. As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower to try and get the horrible glue out of my hair - it took a few rounds of shampoo before I felt human again!



October 2015

At the beginning of October I started a nine-week Pain Management Course, which was run by a Health Psychologist and Physiotherapist. We also had visits from a Pain Nurse, and also a family session. The aim wasn't to get rid of our chronic pain, but instead to equip us with coping mechanisms to try and make it as 'easy' as possible to live with chronic pain. 

In October I also celebrated my 27th birthday, which you can read a little more about in this post on my main blog, so I won't go into detail about it here. At Uni, we had our first trip to a Magistrates Court, which was so interesting (although rather stressful trying to write down all the information we needed to write up a report of each case!) 



After my referral to the breast clinic, I was given an appointment to have an ultrasound so they could have a proper look at the lump. The doctor that did the scan was so lovely and really put me at ease while she checked out the images on her screen. She gave me the news that she was quite certain it was nothing to worry about, but that I would need to see a breast surgeon to have it confirmed, which made me feel a little less anxious. I also had an appointment with my Urologist, who confirmed I had been put back on the list to have an operation with the hope I can get rid of my permanent catheter. 

Towards the end of October, I had my birthday party - a Mad Hatters Tea Party, with some of my spoonie friends. Again, you can read a bit about it in this post on my main blog, although unfortunately I didn't get round to doing a whole post on it. On the 31st, my friend Lilli came round and carved pumpkins with myself and my sister, Bekkah. I think they turned out pretty awesome!


The cake I had made for my party
We went for a Disney theme with our pumpkins


November 2015

November brought with it the Blogger Event that I had spent months organising. It went off without a hitch and it was so great to meet some of my blogging friends. You can hear all about it in this post if you'd like to know more about what happened. I also had my appointment with the breast surgeon, who confirmed that the lump wasn't cancerous, but that I needed to keep a close eye on it, as it has the potential to turn into something more sinister. Not quite what I wanted to hear, but at least I know what I'm dealing with.

A photo from the Blogger Event, taken by Dawn from Dear Mummy Blog

On the 18th November, my dear Granny sadly passed away. It was such a shock to all of us and really knocked me for six, as it was my Dad and I that found her when we went to wake her in the morning. Since then it's been a really difficult time and it feels incredibly quiet at home without her. I wrote a post in memory of her, which you can read here.



December 2015

At the beginning of December I had my appointment with the Pain Consultant, who was fantastic. He had a good knowledge of EDS and carefully looked through my latest MRI scans. He found that I have severe disc degeneration in some of the discs in my spine, which could be contributing to my pain, so has put me on the waiting list for steroid injections under sedation. He also advised me about how to reduce my Tramadol, and started me on Pregabalin. I also saw my Rheumatologist, who was concerned about how weak my hip joints are, so is advising my physiotherapist on some exercises I should try. 

The 7th December was my Gran's funeral, which was very emotional. I managed to read a poem at the service, but there were a lot of tears all round. It was a beautiful service though, and we were overwhelmed by the support from friends and family. A lot of her carers came to pay their respects, which was incredibly touching, as they've been part of our lives for so long. 

I also saw my Professor again, who recommend I look into some new dietary guidance from Dr Heidi Collins, to see if it will help my digestive symptoms at all. He also wants me to start on Prucalopride as soon as I'm able to completely come off my Tramadol. Alongside this, we had the usual Christmassy things going on, which was pretty difficult having just lost my Gran. But we had some nice family time together, and I caught up with a few friends as well.

I went to our local Christmas Market

Our Christmas Tree, with decorations to remember the Grandparents I've lost

Some Christmassy things I did with my friend, Sarah

My siblings and I went to Longleat to see The Festival of Lights

January 2016

At the beginning of January I had an appointment with my local Gastroenterologist, or at least I was meant to. I turned up at the hospital to be told the appointment had been cancelled, but no-one had bothered to tell me! In the end we waited for her clinic to finish so I could still be seen, but because we didn't have my notes it wasn't particularly productive. I told her about the diet my professor recommended, but she said she was skeptical it would make a difference. She also brought up the fact that tube feeding may have to be something we consider if dietary changes don't help. 

Towards the end of January, my Dad drove me all the way down to Kent for an appointment with a POTS specialist. There was a long wait, but it was worth it to see someone who really understood what's going on with my body. He recommended the usual lifestyle changes and wants me to be admitted to hospital to start me on Midodrine. He is also referring me to a urology nurse who specialises in EDS urology problems. 

February 2016

That brings me to where we are now! February has been relatively quiet so far with regard to my health. I've been seeing my physio for acupuncture, which I think has helped a little by taking the edge off my pain. I've also started having some bereavement counselling, which is going well so far. And I saw the Dietician, who is trying to help me with this new diet. But apart from that, I'm being kept pretty busy with Uni work, blogging and planning for two weddings this summer (both of my brothers are getting married within six weeks of each other!)

So that's about it I think! If you've made it this far, then you deserve a gold star or some chocolate buttons! I hope this has given you an idea of what's been happening over the last few months (without boring you to death!) And hopefully I can start writing here a bit more regularly now, so I don't have to keep doing these ridiculously long posts!

I'd love to hear your updates about what you've been up to since I last wrote, so please feel free to comment. And if you'd like to hear about anything in more detail or have any questions, I'd love to hear what you've got to say.

Until next time, take care,

Love Jenny xx

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Monday, 10 August 2015

Holiday fun and strange new symptoms

Hello lovelies,

Sorry I haven't updated for a little while - the last week or so has been pretty manic to say the least. I've got quite a few things to update you on, so I'll start with something a little more positive. Last Monday my lovely friend, Katrina, and I went on a little holiday to St Ives, Cornwall. I'd never been to Cornwall before (I know, I'm 26 and have never been to Cornwall - shock horror!) so I was really excited to go, especially to St Ives, which I've seen so many beautiful photos of. Very kindly, Katrina offered to drive us there and back, which took a massive weight off my shoulders as I would struggle to drive that far. So, Monday morning we packed up the car with our cases and my wheelchair, and off we went to Cornwall. The drive was pretty good and we arrived in St Ives at about 4pm, although it took us a while to find the hotel's car park. We checked in to the St Ives Harbour Hotel and Spa and were shown to our room. It was simple, but nice, and the staff were lovely, going out of their way to help us with our luggage. On the first evening we had a little look round the hotel, booked a treatment at the spa and relaxed in our room for a while, before having a lovely dinner in the hotel restaurant, overlooking the beach. 



We slept like logs after our long journey and Tuesday morning came round pretty quickly. We had breakfast in the same place we'd eaten dinner the night before, then headed back up to our room to get ready for the day. Unfortunately, disaster struck - I was getting ready in the bathroom when I felt the strangest sensation and heard what I can only describe as a whooshing sound. I looked down to find my catheter had fallen out, with the balloon still inflated. My heart sunk. We had been planning to go down to the beach, but I had to break the news to Katrina that I needed to go to hospital to get a new catheter inserted. We went down to reception and asked where the nearest hospital was - they originally directed us to the main hospital in Penzance, but then another lady suggested we try the Minor Injuries Unit down the road first. So we headed down there and had a chat to the lady on reception, who said she would go and chat to the duty doctor. After about 45 minutes I was called through by a lady doctor who asked quite a few questions and then had a look at my old catheter to find out what size it was. She went off to get her kit and then got on with putting a new one in. Thankfully she managed to do it first time, which I was impressed with as they usually have some difficulty. I told her she must have the magic touch, and her reply wasn't what I expected at all. She proceeded to tell me that actually, she had never inserted a female catheter before, so before seeing me she had watched a video on YouTube to find out how to do it! I'm just glad she told me that after she'd done it! 

We headed back to the hotel and had a rest in our room for a short while, before heading down to the restaurant for afternoon tea. For two of us it only cost £20, which I thought was very reasonable. I found it quite hard to eat it with my digestive problems, but I managed a couple of finger sandwiches and a scone, which were all very tasty. They let us take the rest back to our room to nibble on later. 




After letting our tea go down, one of the porters offered to drop us down into the centre of town, which I thought was very kind. We had been trying to work out how we were going to get down the massive hill with my wheelchair, so having a lift from the porter was such a help. Unfortunately because the town is mostly cobbles, it wasn't very wheelchair friendly, but we managed to have a little look around some of the streets and down by the harbour. I even managed to have a Turkish Delight ice cream down by the sea front, which had been one of my goals for this summer. I would have liked to look in a few of the shops and perhaps got some souvenirs, but sadly it was too difficult with the wheelchair, so I had to make do with buying a couple of postcards instead. 




We got a taxi back to the hotel and I had a little nap before we went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner again, not that I could eat much after an ice-cream and afternoon tea! Again, we slept like logs, and Wednesday morning was here before we knew it. We had our last breakfast in the hotel restaurant and packed up all our stuff, which we were able to leave in reception. Katrina got her bikini on and went to use the spa, while I had a drink in the hotel bar, before going down to the spa for my massage. It was all over so quickly, and we packed up the car and headed off on the journey home. It was lovely to get away for a couple of days with a friend - it's the first proper holiday I've had without my family, and I'm glad I managed to survive it, despite the blip on Tuesday! I'd love to go back down to Cornwall again at some point, perhaps for longer next time, to have more of a look round some of the different towns and beaches.



The main reason we had to come home on Wednesday was because I was due to have an operation on Thursday. I got up super early on Thursday morning and my Mum dropped me off on the Day Surgery Unit for 7.15am. She wasn't allowed to come on the ward with me, so she headed off home and my nurse helped me with my bag and showed me to my bed. I changed into a hospital gown and the anaesthetist and my named nurse came to chat to me about the operation. After that I have very little memory of what happened next. The next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my bed surrounded by doctors and nurses, with a cold compress on my head. I felt confused and floaty, but assumed I'd just nodded off and they were here to take me down to theatre. But then my nurse told me that I'd had a seizure and they were cancelling the operation. I didn't really understand what she was saying, and tried to talk to my consultant, who was telling me I needed to see my neurologist. 

A while later my Mum arrived, and I asked her why she was there. She told me I'd text her and asked her to come and get me, which I have absolutely no memory of doing! I was feeling a little less confused by then, so we asked to speak to my Urologist again. He confirmed that I'd had a tonic clonic seizure and that I would need to see my neurologist for some tests to try and find out what caused it. He made sure I was stable, and then advised my Mum to take me home to rest, as a seizure can take a lot out of you. I'd bitten my tongue during it, and also scratched my face, so I looked like I'd been in the wars! He said we need to wait for the neurologist to declare me safe before we can go ahead with the operation, which is frustrating. I'm also not allowed to drive, be left alone, have a bath or shower without someone being there or lock the bathroom door. It's a lot to get my head around, and I'm still feeling pretty wiped out, but I'm hoping I'll be able to see my neurologist soon and get some answers about what's going on. Until then, I'm having to rely on other people to ferry me to my various appointments, and am feeling pretty down about my loss of independence.