I was in hospital today. I go in once a month to have an infusion for my neurological condition. It's really rare (about 50 cases diagnosed in the uk each year) and today I was lucky that one of the other infusion patients in my bay was a woman about my age (50) with kids the same age (teens and up) with the same condition.
We had a good old moan to be honest. Just about how our lives are so far off what we wanted, how much we hate the things we can and can't do.
I've no feeling in my arms and hands (apart from severe pins and needles). I can't feel my lower legs and feet, apart from the shooting, burning pains. I've no balance and need to use a wheelchair for longer distances, can't feel my lips and tongue and am bone-crushingly tired all the time. My brain is foggy and on top of it all, I unsurprisingly have depression. I'm on 5 different medications, which have side effects.
And this has been going on for 9 years, and probably will for the rest of my life. I have good and bad days and the infusion of immunoglobulin really helps, but I'm just so sick and tired of being .... sick and tired. Dragging myself around the house. I'm overweight as I can't exercise (though have started doing chair Pilates for strength and think I'm seeing a wee difference with that). I can't go for a walk, even with my dh to help me. It's a huge expedition just to go shopping with my girls (or my ds!).
I'm just having a moan, and it feels a wee bit better to have written it all down. Thanks for listening.