Thursday, July 29, 2010

Migraine, Day Three. Or Is It Four?

Tuesday morning this week, I woke up with a migraine. Not a bad one, but it was definitely migraine pain. I decided to go to work anyway, because I had a migraine the previous Tuesday, and I don't like to take more than one day off per month for these kinds of things. I work in an office where office politics go wrong a lot, and this Tuesday was one of those kind of days. I don't normally pay attention to it, but when a supervisor confronted me and a coworker of mine, who were minding our own business and not doing anything wrong, I got a bit upset and stewed. By the end of the day, I was struggling to finish the day.

After work, I had to pick up dinner since nothing was defrosted in the house. By the time I got home, I was so glad for the day to be over! I took my prescription medicine, ate dinner, spoke briefly with family over the internet and went to bed early. When I have a bad migraine, I usually sleep with a ski cap on my head because my head actually feels cold, and ice on my neck to numb the pain so that I can sleep. This is because the medicine sometimes doesn't do a good enough job. When my migraine is really bad, I sleep on the sofa because I can't get comfortable in the bed. This is how I slept that night.

Wednesday came, and while now the pain seemed to be gone, I was really groggy from the medicine. I struggled with myself and went to work anyway, and once the medicine wore off, the pain was back. I kept debating whether I should just go home and rest, but I kept wanting to get "one more claim" paid, because that's one more person with money in their pocket. I stayed the day, and while I masked it with a smile, I was absolutely miserable at quitting time. My husband is home in the evenings on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so he was going to pick up dinner, but I had to go get gas in my car. I sped home from there, because I just wanted to get to bed. I was able to eat, so I had dinner after changing my clothes. I again chatted with family about some things, and went to bed (or should I say, sofa) early again, after taking another pill.

Thursday, wee hours of the morning. The ice pack had melted and the medicine worn off. I tossed and turned, finally got comfortable and fell asleep. When my alarm went off, the pain was definitely back, and I decided I'd had it. I called one of my carpool buddies, left her a message and went back to sleep. I called work once the office opened, and reported in as sick. The plan: Call the chiropractor and make an appointment, in the hopes that maybe it's because something moved in my neck again.

I managed to get to the chiropractor in the late afternoon, and he adjusted me thoroughly, and ordered traction table with ice for my neck. In speaking with him about what had gone on for me in the last two weeks, he reassured me that it was primarily not the FM that had caused so much ongoing pain. He agreed it was a factor, but stressed that it was more likely my pain started because the tissues in my neck had become inflamed from the weird, hot-then-cold-then-hot weather we had for the last month. I felt so much better after my treatment that, with doctor's approval, I did all that was planned for the evening, including prepping a salad for an office luncheon, going to dinner with friends and playing miniature golf with the group afterward.

I was refreshed and enjoying the freedom from pain. Sadly, I woke with the alarm and found myself in pain again. I realized that I had been laying on my left side, and it seemed that some of the pain dissipated slightly when I rolled to the right. It dawned on me then, that I am aggravating my problem whenever I sleep on the left side. I am now determined to stay off that side, no matter what. In the meantime, I knew I would have to take a pill to be able to get to work.

My husband had picked up a refill of my migraine medicine, and this time the pharmacy had filled with the generic version of the medicine. It had no coating, and the moment it hit my mouth, I was enveloped in the bitter taste of a rapidly dissolving pill. I hadn't even had time to get the glass of water to my lips before there was nothing but bitter grains throughout my mouth. BLECH! GAH! EW! While this was an ordeal, I did find a positive side; the pain had melted away within a matter of minutes, almost as quickly as the pill had dissolved in my mouth. Then there was the side effect. I felt like I was high. I tried to cover it up, and foolishly chose to take my turn driving for the carpool, in an effort to hide the fact that I was having an unpleasant experience. I did admit to one person that I felt overmedicated, which I had admitted to before without anyone batting an eyebrow, but she immediately asked me if I was okay to drive. I tried to convey confidence, but agreed to pull over if my driving skills proved to be less than adequate, and let her take the wheel. Fortunately, I got us to work safely.

My feeling of intoxication wore off as the day progressed, and now I am sitting somewhat comfortably in front of my computer, documenting this latest experience to share with all who care to read. I am feeling some pain, but it's not at a level that would escalate into something worse, or require me to take any medicine. I am grateful to be where I am at, and I hope this is the worst I feel for the rest of the weekend. Here's to not having a "Day Five."

P.S. - I started this blog on Thursday, expecting to have it finished the same day. Because of the way Blogger works, the date is Thursday's date, because I drafted it in the blogger editor. However, today is actually Friday, the 30th.


Friday, July 16, 2010

From Ignorance to Understanding

It has been a while since my last blog entry, so I thought it was time to touch base again. I've decided to start this off with the history of my "evolution of understanding" of FM.

When I first heard, in the course of my work, there was a disorder by the name fibromyalgia, I had no clue about what it was or how severe it could be. By the sound of the name, I concluded it probably had something to do with muscle or nerve fibers, and some form of pain. I did not know what the source or cause of the pain could be, or what body parts were affected.


Any time we have doctors providing a new diagnosis that we are not familiar with and cannot get info about through our own resources, we generally tend to send people to doctors our agency pays for, to get a second opinion and get more information about the disease. When that was the case for this disorder, I sent a few patients to doctors for additional information. In some cases, the doctors
felt there was no reason the patient could not work, while in others, the doctors felt the patient needed much more time off and should be evaluated for what they believed would be a more definitive diagnosis. I believe they were looking for traditional diagnoses like lupus, osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, or something similar to these, since so many symptoms of fibromyalgia mimic these conditions.

In one instance, I happened to speak with one of the doctors we use. He described fibromyalgia as, in his opinion, a psychosomatic "designer diagnosis" in which the patient would benefit much more from psychiatric care than treatment with an internist. At the time, not knowing much at all about the disorder, I accepted his evaluation almost as gospel, and began viewing claims with this diagnosis with a more critical eye. I wanted to send these patients to psychiatric evaluations, based on what that doctor told me, but the rules state we can only send them to the type of doctor that would normally treat the defined illness or injury, which was always either an internist or rheumatologist.


Not realizing I was already showing signs of this very illness, I began to believe that these patients were either faking or manifesting symptoms due to some deep-seeded emotional issues they weren't dealing with. It took several years for this opinion to change, through training and resource updates, along with what I learned through personal interviews
with affected patients. I eventually came to realize how seriously this condition affects people, and noted (as found in my research once I was diagnosed) that it affects women more often than men.

After realizing that FM was a definite, often debilitating, genuine diagnosis, but before knowing I had it, I met a lady at the church we attended who has it. I was cautioned not to hug her too tight, as she is often in a lot of pain. I later met another woman with it, when I began participating in a monthly game with some ladies in the community. Then a woman transferred to our office who had been diagnosed with it as well, and I started to see the daily struggles of a fibromyalgia sufferer. I really felt for her, because I could see her struggling to continue to work a regular schedule, but often being struck down either by the associated depression or just debilitating pain that would not allow her to continue to work during the course of a day. She became one of my primary resources when I began to research after my initial diagnosis, and shared with me that yet another woman I already knew, who worked as a manager in another office, also has FM. I have been amazed at the number of people I am acquainted with or know, who have this condition besides myself.


Me and my coworker/co-sufferer.

In speaking with my coworker, I came to find that her path to understanding the disorder was not much different than my own. In fact, we joked about "payback," finding humor in the somberness of our condition. She shared with me some of the odd symptoms she had had early on, and how, like me, she didn't think her symptoms lined up well enough for it to be FM, but later found they were just early signs of the disease, which now is quite evident to her. We have in common that we denied having this condition initially, and later had to face facts about it being a part of our lives. She has even shared with me a bit of the history of her going through the rule-out phase, which was a bit different than mine because she gets her care through a medical group, while my care is through a private practice doctor. Each has a different method of doing what results in the same thing; evaluation, diagnosis, treatment.

I have also spoken with the lady in the group I participate with for a monthly get-together, in which we play a game (Bunco, sort of like Yahtzee but not). She has shared of some others she knows with FM and are in much worse shape than we are, and the stories she shared quite honestly, have made me very nervous. I have tried to speak with my church friend about it, but she seems to be reluctant, most likely because many of us find ourselves becoming unreasonably depressed when the realization comes across us about how much worse things could get or have become. To explain; one of the clients who I have encountered recently, appears to be close to the point of being permanently disabled from working due to the severity of her pain. She has to take narcotics to dull the pain, and is still so miserable it is hard for her to get out of bed. It is a horrifying thought to think that I might end up in just as much pain, if the symptoms progress.

Finally, I am realizing how widespread FM is, because even since becoming a member of a social networking site, I have encountered several women who have it, at varying degrees. I have been hoping that I would meet more through my blog, but so far no one has come forward to comment about their own condition and share how it has affected them.

Many of my posts to now have been going over things from a historical perspective, to explain how I came to determine my topic for a blog of any kind
and why I believe I should write this blog. From this point on, I expect my posts to be about what I experience as a result of having this, including symptoms, nuggets of wisdom through self-education, and interaction with others in the FM community. If you feel you have something to contribute to discussions on this topic, or even simple words of encouragement, by all means please leave a comment below. Feedback is most definitely welcome!