Walking Graph

Why Is There A Dip In My Stats?

Above is a snapshot of my walks for the last four weeks. In my last article I wrote I was improving. Yet we see there was dip yesterday. Why is this so? You’ll be pleased to know it is a deliberate dip. A very deliberate dip, in fact. Recently I wrote Let’s Revisit Pacing. If you are new to my work I strongly suggest you click that link and read that first as this is, essentially, a sequel. A real life example.

Improvement has allowed me to get to the point I am walking 4 kilometres each day: but that was all I was doing! At least that was my primary use of energy over and above actually fueling the bodily functions that keep us alive: pumping blood, breathing, digesting food etc.

Yesterday I did two activities that require energy, that chew through our internal battery charge. I had a shower and I did grocery shopping. This wasn’t a “nip down to the shops and grab a pint of milk” trip, this was a monthly stock up. When I got back to my apartment it was four trips between my apartment and the car to bring everything inside. Then the effort of putting it all away.

When I initially wrote about what I call our internal battery, I stated I didn’t have a charge meter on my arm! I do now: my Garmin watch. Here it is for yesterday (Saturday) compared with Thursday. For whatever reason, I hadn’t charged my battery as well overnight Friday night, so I was already a little low on fuel Saturday morning. I will state I am not sure how accurate this is for chronically ill people – I’m working on watching it carefully – but it is certainly an indicator. Blue is charging your internal battery, orange is using it up.

Another point to note is that most of the step counters will not register steps, or register steps accurately, if you are pushing a shopping trolley (or similar activity). Very annoying, as I think I walked about 1,000 steps just around the supermarket. Consequently there is also a dip in my steps for yesterday, even though I was moving. For those wondering the blue bars below are where I did not achieve my daily goal of 7,500 steps. Green bars are goal achieved!

Why not 10,000 steps you ask? Ahhh, well, yes, I have that covered too! Read We Need Personalised Numbers to understand the 10,000 figure is a myth.

Healthy people reading this will most likely understand shopping uses energy. They might raise an eyebrow over the shower taking energy. Trust me, for most of us chronically ill patients, a shower consumes energy. Many of us need a rest afterwards. I don’t usually, but I do at the moment.

What I did yesterday was adjusted my activities so that I did not Boom/Bust. I don’t need to burn through my internal battery one day then be wiped out for the following two or three days. Having a goal of 4 kilomtres a day is great, but at this stage of my “comeback” I am not risking any post exertional malaise (PEM). If I have to do something, like the grocery shopping, I will adjust my walking goal. Hopefully. in a few months I won’t need to: I’ll be back to my “normal”. Right at the moment, I’m not taking that risk. When I do head back to the gym for strength training, initially I will drop my walking goal for that day.

Using Movement As Medicine is not a simple “just get out there and walk”. It requires careful planning and monitoring. I hate “bust” days and monitor myself very carefully to avoid those days. Over time, following the pacing principles, I can do more. Pacing is the golden rule here! Today I walked 5 kilometres. I’ve been working up to it and I did nothing else that used energy today (other than writing this, of course).

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Gardiners Creek

Crossing My Fingers – Again

My apologies for my silence over the last six weeks or so. I counted my chickens before they hatched.

On March 12 I published Changing Medications – What Can You Expect?. At that point it was roughly ten weeks since I had changed my medication for psoriatic arthritis (PsA) and I was finally feeling as if the new medication was starting to kick in. I was a little overly optimistic, as it turns out.

Also, although not mentioned in that article, the whole situation became more complicated when I slipped/tripped and fell in the shopping centre car park on March 8. What I initially thought was a simple trip ended up with me back in my orthopaedic surgeon’s office. To cut a long story short, it was decided the time had come to replace my right knee. If you are new to my story, I had the left knee replaced in 2020.

The problem was the slight improvement I’d got overly hopeful about in March did not continue. I was quite quickly back to waking in considerable pain and struggling with malaise and energy levels.

At the time I saw my perioperative physician I was still on 400 mg of Celebrex and 15 mg of Prednisolone a day. In order to undergo surgery on May 10 (the scheduled date) I needed to reduce the Celebrex to zero by May 1 and the Prednisolone to 2.5 mg per day by a week before the surgery. Was this going to be a challenge, I wondered to myself. I certainly didn’t want to just stop the Celebrex cold turkey on May 1 as clearly I was still in need of it to function on a daily basis. I’d needed friends to drive me to a myotherapy appointment and my pre-op Visionaire scans. Essentially, I wasn’t too chipper.

I discovered I had another infected tooth – maybe THAT was the problem? Had that tooth removed. It was a rather complicated event as the tooth was part of a double crown. I spent over an hour in the dentist’s chair, most of that time was spent removing the crown and temporarily recrowning the uninfected tooth. The actual extraction was a minor part of the visit. However, removing the tooth did nothing to improve my overall inflammation.

On April 17 I could see May 1 looming and decided I’d see if reducing the Celebrex was at all possible. Celebrex comes in capsule form – you either take a capsule or you don’t, there’s no pill splitting here! So I dropped from 400 mg to 200 mg on that Monday. Deliberate timing, as I had a GP appointment on the Tuesday. If anything went wrong, I already had an appointment! I also had accepted another kind offer from a friend to drive me to that appointment.

I woke up on the Tuesday in a very unwell state. While I managed to sit up in bed and get my feet to the floor, I could not actually stand up. This was a bit of a worry, to say the least. As gross as this sounds, I’m sharing for transparency: I was very worried about actually getting to the toilet in time. I tried using my walking stick to give myself some leverage, but doing so hurt both my hands and my shoulders due to the angle. Eventually I managed to stand upright and shuffle to the bathroom. While I was on my feet, I shuffled to the front door and unlocked it from the inside – if I had to call an ambulance, at least they could get in. Obviously I was in no position to start reducing my anti-inflammatories!

After various communications between my GP, rheumatologist and knee surgeon, the knee surgery was cancelled for the time being. My CRP and ESR inflammatory markers were rather high and THAT was while I was on all this medication. What would those markers have been reading if I was on no anti-inflammatories?

I did a damn good job on my rehab of my first knee and it is FANTASTIC! I want to be able to achieve the same result with the second knee replacement. At that point in April I was able to walk a mere 800 metres at a time because my ankles were so painful, the left one in particular. I knew that the extra loading of that ankle while recovering from surgery for the right knee could be very problematic. All things considered, cancelling the May 10 date was sensible, but very disappointing. I want the knee done, but there is no point in being a less that optimal patient if that can be avoided.

My next new medication injection was May 4 and I was getting closer to the 24 week mark – SURELY it would start working!

On May 4 (a Thursday) I gave myself the scheduled injection. Nothing much changed until Monday May 8. I did feel an improvement. I managed to walk 1.5 km in one walk. In total I walked 3 km for the day. I have slowly built up during the week and on Friday I walked a total of 4 km over three walks – I’d hit my old goal of 4 km for the day. Saturday I walked 2 km twice. The possibility of post-op rehab is now looking more achievable! I’ve even walked at my favourite walking spot, shown in the picture above.

For those into graphic representation, here are the last 8 weeks. PLEASE NOTE Garmin changes the scale between the two periods, which makes the March/April bars look WAY higher than most of the April/May bars. And of course I haven’t finished today! Look at the total kilometres: 11.2 km versus 58.9 km

HOWEVER – I’m still on those same dosages of anti-inflammatories. I asked the GP about a possible test reduction and she was rather adamant that I give myself two weeks before we try to change anything. I haven’t even mentioned the pain medication I’m also taking or the Voltaren gel I am using on my hands and ankles.

While all this was happening, my rheumatologist scanned me for gout. The CT scan came back negative, which as the rheumatologist said is both a good and a bad thing. While it is good I don’t have gout, we are back to square one. Why is my inflammation so high? Is it merely that the new medication is taking its own sweet time to be effective? Or is my body being difficult?

Speaking of difficult bodies, I also did something rather adventurous. Click the image to go to the website.

While I am not going to go into detail about this test, it has been useful to me. My report was 29 pages long. To give you an indication, this is a summary of my genotype for the genes the test currently looks at.

We have changed two of my medications as a result. We also know to watch out for certain other medications in the future. This test does not yet cover every medication known to science, but it covers a lot. If you are interested, I suggest you speak to your GP about whether it may be useful in your situation. Yes, it is rather costly on a limited income but I see it as an investment in my health, given my situation.

Right now I am nervous that I am again counting my chickens before they hatch. Today is day eight of incremental improvement. I’ve managed to walk 4 km three days in a row, hopefully today as well. I have more energy. I’m writing. I haven’t ventured back to the gym yet, although I desperately want to.

In summary, as I said in my first article on the subject of changing medications, it is often not as simple as opening a different pill bottle. Even as I write, I do not yet know if this medication is going to be effective for me, but at least I have had eight straight days of improvement. I can exercise reasonably well again. This morning I woke with far less pain in my hands! So I’m crossing my fingers. The last blood test results showed a slight improvement in my inflammatory markers.

If you or someone in your life is changing medications, please be gentle. Be understanding. Be aware it may NOT be smooth sailing. 

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In hospital again

Changing Medications – What Can You Expect?

This article is to illustrate the challenges any patient MAY experience when changing medications. I am describing my personal situation: please take into account while reading ALL situations are unique to the individual. My aim is to help patients be aware that changing medications MAY not be smooth sailing. I also ask friends, family and colleagues, especially those managing staff, to be aware changing medications is not as smooth as simply opening a new bottle of tablets. Be supportive and understanding of the patient.

2022 seemed to be a year of gradual deterioration. I ended up in the emergency department (ED) a few times and was hospitalised late January 2023, I had an infected tooth extracted, I just wasn’t feeling good at all. In late December I suddenly realised it was almost the holidays and I was likely to have doctors taking holidays. I felt bad enough that I decided I needed to talk to my rheumatologist before Christmas. My rheumatologist squeezed me in on his last consulting day prior to the holiday season, December 22, 2022. His assessment was that my old medication (let’s call this Med O) had ceased working for me. I stress the “for me” – this is one of the individual aspects – it may keep working very well for millions of other patients!

He started me on a new medication that day. We’ll call this Med N (“N” for New). I was advised it is not good to take Med O and Med N together, I was to stop Med O. I was to start (more like continue, as I had already started) Prednisolone and Celebrex to manage the pain. With hindsight, I think Med O may have still been partially working, guesstimate here, at 40% or 50% efficacy. Because once I stopped it, I got worse!

Med O was a daily tablet medication. The mean terminal elimination half-life ranges from 9 to 14 hours, so the web tells me. So once I stopped taking it, there was no longer any lingering protection from Med O.

Most fellow patients reading this will be aware many medications do NOT start working straight away. I talk about this in Movement As Medicine, written five days after I changed medications. By that stage I had read the documentation and worst case scenario was I could expect improvement in six months! Best case scenario was maybe “some” improvement in about four weeks. That’s a big difference in timeframes. Both “some” and “improvement” are very open to interpretation, too.

Between Christmas and New Year I had a case of De Quervain’s tenosynovitis in my left hand, requiring an ultrasound-guided steroid shot as soon as my rheumatologist was back in the consulting rooms! Not strictly PsA related, but I’m sure there is always a connection with these things, like the hole drilled in my big toe bone!

By that stage I had only had the initial Med N injection. This medication’s schedule is first injection at Week 0, second injection at Week 4, third injection at Week 12 and every eight weeks after that. I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be doing anything much at the three week mark.

On January 20th I yet again presented myself to ED because just about everything was hurting, I’d loss strength in my hands (could not even wring out the dishcloth). I was not a happy adventurer. I ended up having three infusions of methylprednisolone over three days to try to knock on its head the inflammation raging through my body. For a few days afterwards I did feel better, but then started to slide downhill again. Called rheumatologist. His advice was to increase the Prednisolone to 50 mg per day, then taper off at a 10 mg reduction per week down to 10 mg, then stay at 10 mg per day. I’d never been on such a dose! Especially after three infusions! I had noticed breathlessness was an issue after I’d been discharged from hospital and once I increased the Prednisolone dose I noticed sweating and (the worst bit) palpitations at night. Every night. It was like my heart was beating in my ears. Very unsettling experience.

I have a nocturnal AV block. This means my heart skips beats every now and then. Let me tell you, when you have palpitations the missed beats are accentuated. My heart was pounding then dead silence. While it is only a few seconds, I still found myself anxiously awaiting the next beat.

I woke up on March 1st feeling decidedly unwell. Doctor time! GP Clinic squeezed me in with a different than my usual doctor. She listened to my symptoms explanation then looked at my rather elevated blood pressure and heart rate.

Blood Pressure

She wrote a letter to ED and told me to go home, pack a bag and head to ED. “Here we go again”, I thought. This was to be my sixth (I think, I may be missing one, I’ve lost track) trip to ED since October! While we both felt I was reacting to the Prednisolone, the obs were enough to need checking out. Bloods and a CT scan later I was sent home. I was not about to have a heart attack, so there was not much they could do. Yes, the picture above is me in ED on that day.

On February 28th I had reduced my Prednisolone to 20 mg a few days early because I was over the palpitations. While that had no effect (a bit early for the reduction to be reflected in my body’s behaviour) on the Tuesday night, Wednesday night I had no palpitations. I haven’t had any since that night either. Very happy about that!

Consider where I was at that point: Med N was still not being effective, and I was reducing the Prednisolone so the inflammation was increasing. Increased inflammation means higher pain levels. I was in a no-win situation at that point.

It isn’t all about the pain either. With my routines I can generally be pain-free by around 10:30 am, depending on when I get up, medication or no medication. It is the nature of the disease. The lack of energy and general feeling of unwellness was overpowering and that I can’t fix by 10:30 am. The effort required to do ANYTHING seemed too much. Having a shower? Tomorrow will do. Cooking? Toast was easier. Writing? The brain would not co-operate. I had to talk myself into walking, something I never have to do. Hydro pool? The effort required to get into bathers, drive there, get home and then shower just seemed all too much.

On March 9th I had my third Med N injection. Yes, technically a week early, but that is because somehow (do not ask) I stuffed up Week 4 timing. That’s OK, by the way, there is a window either side – I’d just confused myself. Cognitive impairment is worse at this time, naturally. I was still annoyed with myself.

FINALLY, March 11th (yesterday) I woke up and the malaise had lifted. All the sore bits weren’t sore. I could actually wring out the dishcloth – strength in my hands is returning. I am writing. I had been noticing gradual improvement over the preceding few days, but not wanting to count my chickens before they hatched, I’d been cautious. That cited six month timeframe was still floating before my eyes!

I still have swelling in various spots I can see and no doubt in spots I can’t see. I can’t see inside my shoulders, for example. I can see swelling in my hands still and there is fluid pooled under the skin on the top of my feet (like a bubble on both feet). The ankles are still swollen, but better than they were. I hope I’m safe to say we now have improvement: long may it continue!

So there you have it: just ONE example of how changing medications may not be as simple as just opening a new bottle of pills. If you or someone in your life is changing medications, please be gentle. Be understanding. Be aware it may NOT be smooth sailing. This has been an eleven week journey to just get SOME improvement from Med N. How fast improvement will continue, I cannot say.

Please note I have NOT addressed the question of adverse reactions to a new medication in this article, which is something to be aware of, of course. I’ve stuck to the topic of the process of change without adverse reactions. I have had an adverse event in the past, “When Medication Messes With Your Mind“.

* Med N was showing it was working on skin and nails though – so something was happening.

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A Dark Day

Trigger warning: this article covers issues that some people may find confronting.

Please be aware as you read this, I am fine. I debated about sharing this experience as I don’t want to worry anyone, but on the other hand the purpose of this site is to help people like me living with challenging health conditions. Yes, the primary emphasis is on exercise and Movement As Medicine, but so much of “life” impacts our struggle on a daily basis, I do venture off on non-movement tangents. This is one of them.

I feel if I do not share this experience, I am not being fair to my readers. One of my objectives is to illustrate we are not alone in our battles. The challenges might be different for each of us, but there are threads of similarity.

As we know, I was recently hospitalised. While there I had three methylprednisolone infusions. Shortly after coming out of hospital my prednisolone (by tablet) dosage was upped to 50 mg per day due to my ongoing psoriatic arthritis (PsA) inflammation. For me, that is a LOT of corticosteroid. It may not clinically be a lot, but I do not know that – I am the patient here, not the clinician.

Most of my life, I avoided anything “cortisone” sounding like the plague. Why? Well, the answer to that can be found in my recently published family history trilogy, starting with “The Background“. In case of “too long; did not read” reactions, short version is my mother committed suicide, I suspect as the result of psychosis – a possible adverse reaction to cortisone use. She had been on cortisone most of her adult life. Probably at higher doses that we now use. Consequently I have always been wary of carrying a possible genetic predisposition to an adverse reaction to the medication.

Over the years since my diagnosis of PsA, I’ve taken prednisolone periodically at generally small doses with no major issues. Sure, for me, it makes me as hungry as a lion, causes fluid retention, weight gain, disrupts sleep (OH, does it disrupt sleep) and my ability to control emotions is reduced. If I am angry, you will hear it in my voice and see it in my eyes.

Today is Wednesday. Yesterday started with absolutely no sleep Monday night. I had slept like a baby Sunday night, which may have been part of the problem – I wasn’t tired Monday night. And yes, Movement As Medicine does come into this because on Monday I did very little movement because I had been to see my GP, driving around, my ankles were sore etc: the very reason I was taking prednisolone in the first place, after all. So I went to bed not physically tired. I couldn’t fall asleep, even with melatonin on board. I did not sleep. All night. May have snagged an hour between 6 am and 7 am, but I’m not even sure of that.

So Tuesday was a pretty shit day, to be honest. It got worse as the day went on. I did not get dressed. There was no lipstick. I felt really, really flat. If anything, a bit like I had felt when I had a reaction to methotrexate. I think that prior experience may have been concerning me a little as well.

Please note: both the medications I talk about in this article work brilliantly for a great many people! I am NOT against the medications themselves in any way.

Now, I’m not sure how to make this next bit clear: if it is unclear, please ask for clarification. The doctor will ask (as she did when I rang) are you having any thoughts of self-harm or suicide. And my answer is “No, not for ME, but I am always aware BOTH my parents did commit suicide and am VERY clear to myself that is NOT where I want to go. HOWEVER, I’m very ignorant (Note to self – fix this ignorance) about what or how “it” could happen. Therefore I think about it in terms of the history and the fact I am on a related medication.”

Now, I have no clinical evidence of my mother’s suspected adverse reaction. However, neither am I going to ignore the possibility. Sadly, I can’t get clinical evidence. It is too long ago, I was provided no medical records at the time. It wasn’t deemed necessary to give kids their parents’ medical records.

At 6:30 pm last night I rang my wonderful GP clinic. I do love them so much! My GP was not available but I did speak to another GP. I explained the situation and said my biggest concern, I realised, was I had NO IDEA what to watch out for IF I was having or going to have a adverse reaction. I also pointed out it could just be the absolutely no sleep, I was aware of that. At this point I hadn’t slept for 36 hours.

The GP pointed out psychosis was considered a very slight risk adverse reaction: I said I understand that, but my family history sort of counteracts that statistic in my mind. I prefer to be cautious!

The GP gave me some contact numbers specific to my location (hence I’m not publishing them as not much use to people in Queensland, for example) should I feel worse at (say) midnight.

Because I was SO exhausted by bedtime I slept like a log and woke up this morning feeling normal. Well, normal for a sick person on ten prescription medications and a few non-prescription ones like melatonin and Panadol Osteo plus Coloxyl to counteract the effects of the pain medications. At no time in my previous eight years of this journey have I been on TEN prescription medications at once and hope very shortly we get that down to three and then two (one for the thyroid, one for the PsA – that’s enough). Do I worry about possible interactions of so many meds all at once? Yes, I do. I just hope if there was a problem it would have been discovered before now.

My message here is don’t be afraid to reach out to your medical team. I could have called my psychologist, my rheumatologist or my GP. I chose my GP because she is who I feel knows me best and would most easily understand where I was coming from. I feel really concerned for chronically ill patients who do not have continuity of provider, it is SO important in managing our conditions. Critical, in my view. But what would I know – I’m just a patient. That comment is made with a very cheeky grin – none of us are “just a patient”. I can’t emphasise strongly enough the benefit it was to me to be able to talk my concerns through with the GP last night on a telehealth. I was able to go to bed not worrying, which I feel contributed to my good night’s sleep.

I’m back to this version of me today!

Mental Health Contacts:

Lifeline: https://www.lifeline.org.au/ Ph: 13 11 14

Beyond Blue https://www.beyondblue.org.au/ Ph: 1300 224 636

I have written about the need for mental health support previously: We Need Mental Health as well as Physical Health

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leg press

Variety can be the Spice of Life

#MovementAsMedicine does require some variety (i.e. adaptability) at times. When we consult remedial exercise professionals, they invariably provide us with a program of exercises to follow. For those of us who are pedantic people, we then set about following that program to the letter and can get quite frustrated if we can’t. This frustration can lead to us not doing what we can, when we can, even if we can’t do the whole program.

We need to be adaptable. As regular readers or fellow psoriatic arthritis (PsA) patients will know, PsA is notoriously unpredictable. It isn’t the only condition to be unpredictable, many are.

Let’s assume for the moment I (or you) have a program. But I wake up today and my wrists are borked. I have a choice. I can feel frustrated about the situation and throw the baby out with the bathwater and not do my program at all because I don’t want to leave blank spaces. Or I can simply accept the upper body is not getting done today, but I can do lower body.

Because I am my own trainer, my program is in my head. I adjust what I do in any given resistance (weight) training session based on how various bits of my body are feeling on that day. So I never leave blank spaces on a page – there is no page! Over the last eight years, I haven’t had to be as adapatable as I have had to be during the last six months or so. These have been a trying few months. As I write this article I’m not doing any weight training at all, much to my disgust, but the inflammation is just too high. Until we (“we” being mostly at this point my rheumatologist) get it under control, I’m resorting to water based activity.

Under normal circumstances, current predicament aside, I will leave out what may be problematic on any given day. Borked wrists? I’ll do lower body and core, I can catch up on upper body next time (or the time after). Thankfully my lower limbs don’t usually flare, so I rarely have to skip lower body although I would if necessary. There have been rare times when my piriformis muscle will be grumpy for a day or two and I do steer away from lower body work on those days.

Although yes, it does take us some time to learn to read our bodies, ultimately we, the patient, know our bodies best. I can now tell what is PsA related pain and what is not. For example, stiffness from lack of use! When I say it takes time to learn, I do mean quite some time. A couple of years at least. Even then, it is going to depend how your condition behaves during your learning and how well controlled it is by the medications. It is impossible to learn fine points of differentiation if your inflammation is raging at 100 miles an hour.

Yes, it is a bit of a Catch-22. On the one hand, movement is the very thing that helps resolve inflammation – lifting weights is a little bit more than just movement though and I don’t need to injure myself inadvertently. It does become a judgement call – is the inflammation just normal “typical morning stuff, move to get rid of it” or is it a bit more serious? Swelling plays a big part in my decision making too. If I have swollen hands, they’ll get movement, such as the warm water movement for my hands, but I won’t load the wrists or hands with weights. As an example, on Thursday last week I couldn’t even use my wonderful ergonomic mouse. Now, while we are here, that linked article talks about consistency and in some ways I may appear to be contradicting myself in this article, but that article is about maintenance under a relatively stable situation. Here I am talking about major condition discombobulation! Yes, I mention shoulder pain disappearing after a few reps and normally that is what happens. Right now though, I am in a different situation. I do think resistance training would help my anterior deltoids at the moment, but I need my hands to achieve that and so it isn’t happening right now.

Annoyingly, we need our hands for so many upper body exercises. In fact, just about all of them! So my biceps and lats (and delts) are getting off very lightly at the moment.

Don’t be afraid to be adaptable. Leave out bits of any program on days that a body part is problematic. Catch up later when that body part feels better. Talk to your remedial exercise professional, they will help you determine that line between being in a place where rest is required or where you should persevere. Sometimes it may be a case of reducing the range of motion or using a lighter weight for a few sessions. More reps, lower weight.

Just don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. Variety can be our strength, just as important as Consistency. And don’t forget to PACE!

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Wellways

Interview by Brainwaves

I was recently Interviewed by Brainwaves of Wellways.

The podcast can be listened to at https://www.3cr.org.au/brainwaves/episode/robyn%E2%80%99s-story-chronic-illness

Suzie (@saysgrumpysuzie) drew this tweet below to my attention this morning, an aspect we touched on in my interview.

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Symptom Diary

Symptom Diaries

Oh, you are lucky today! Both a video AND text – choose whichever you like!

I first heard about the concept of symptom diaries about six years ago. I had moved and was looking for a new GP. A friend had recommended the clinic I am still with: I was calling to make my first appointment. As is often the case, I was placed on hold and while listening to the recorded information I heard: “Bring your symptom diary.”

To me, at that point in my journey, the concept of a symptom diary smacked of hypochondria and that horrified me. However, we live and learn and I now recognise the value of a symptom diary and I keep one.

A symptom diary allows you to provide your doctors with accurate information about your condition/(s).

  • What happened
  • When things happened
  • Quantification of improvements or otherwise
  • Pattern analysis
  • Trend analysis

Let’s look at examples of each of the above.

What Happened: Many chronic illness patients, myself included, experience a degree of cognitive impairment (otherwise referred to as “brain fog”). This means we forget things. If we forget things we don’t tell our doctors and they are then operating on limited information. We don’t see our doctors regularly – it can be months between visits!

When Things Happened: We may remember what happened but forget when – and when can be important especially if the patient is changing medications or has (as many of us do) multiple conditions. One specialist may change a treatment that may impact a different condition. I remember back in 2014 my rheumatologist wouldn’t start me on arthritis treatment until we had progressed some way along the path of controlling my thyroid. There are often relationships between conditions.

Quantification: I can say to my doctor “I’m losing strength”. While somewhat useful, it is much more useful if I can quantify the loss. If I can say to my doctor I was doing 140 kgs on the leg press but two weeks ago I had to drop 10 kgs and again this week another 10 kgs. Or walking: if I have recorded a drop from being able to easily walk 2 kms in one session but am now struggling to walk 1 km in a session, that quantifies the change over time.

Pattern Analysis: We may find something happens on a regular basis IF we are recording it. Let’s say we find we are really stiff and sore every Thursday morning. If we know it is every Thursday, then we can look at what are we doing on Wednesdays or Tuesdays that may be triggering a flare on Thursdays. Without recording it, we may not even realise it is every Thursday.

Trend Analysis: Recording allows us to see if we are progressing, stable or our condition is worsening. It may give us early warning. On the basis a stitch in time saves nine, catching something early can be a good thing.

Even if your doctor never looks at your symptom diary, it provides you with the ability to provide good information to your doctor. I have hard copy diaries, yes, I write in them in old fashioned cursive! Yes, I swear. I also use the Notes app on my phone for some things. Find what works for you.

As I have said before, we are the foot soldiers in our health war. Our doctors are the commanders back in HQ, they don’t see what happens to us each and every day, they are depending on us to submit a comprehensive field report!

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Self Portrait

Unexpected Hospitalisation

As some will know, I was recently in hospital. I thought the situation a good practical example of the unpredictability of some conditions, including mine.

Here is the mentioned link to What Is Psoriatic Arthritis?

This article on Invisible Illness is one readers may also be interested in.

And yes, for those curious, I DID indeed get clearance from my rheumatologist before exercising!

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Covid-19: Worst Case Scenario Ignored

My random Tuesday thoughts: we are ignoring the Worst Case Scenarios. We are not planning ahead.

My previous writing on Covid-19: Covid Is Not Over

A related article re how society deals with the existing chronic illness population, which readers may find useful: Will Society Adapt? When? How?

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1973

The Impact

    This is Part III (and final) of a series. Parts I & II should be read before reading this article.

    In 1971 there was not a lot of no psychological support for myself and my siblings. I think we were just supposed to get on with life. My siblings were placed in a foster home together in a different town. As I was employed, I was placed in a foster home in Timaru. I don’t know if my siblings were offered any counselling, I certainly wasn’t. We were left in the house alone for a week until my mother’s body was found, after all.

    Momentary digression here. My foster home didn’t work out so well. One weekend I asked my foster father to cash a cheque for me (no ATMs in those days). He said if I came and sat on the bed with him, he’s give me the money and I didn’t need to give him the cheque. Ah, no way, mate, that ain’t happening. Not today, not ever. I saw the lawyer on Monday to seek permission to move. He assumed I was making it up (after all the guy was a “respected” member of the community while I was the daughter of two suicides) and sent me to see a psychiatrist. I was furious. Not sure of the psychiatrist’s “diagnosis”, but I did move out. Into a share house with three other young women.

    I don’t remember Mum’s funeral at all. I know I went, but I have no memory of it. I have little memory of my father’s funeral either, although I know what I wore and that The Last Post was played.

    I struggled with feeling guilty. If I hadn’t left home when I did, would Dad have survived? Was my leaving the straw that broke the camel’s back? I felt guilt over my siblings. Mum and Dad were genetically my parents, not a lot I could do about that. But they had sought out adoptees and then just deserted them too?

    Yes, I pushed such thoughts aside, to survive, but they were there. The fear and/or sadness of somehow being responsible. After all, I hadn’t been a golden child. I’d had febrile convulsions as a baby, tonsillectomy at four, meningitis at boarding school, appendectomy, measles, mumps, chickenpox, I’d run away from boarding school…..

    To lose one parent could be deemed careless: to lose both, the child must have been really unloveable, even evil.

    “To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.” Oscar Wilde

    There was the sense of abandonment. I wasn’t good enough, my parents hadn’t loved me enough to stay. Obviously this contradicted my feeling of guilt about leaving home but I was 15. None of it made sense. I also went through, and still go through, phases of blaming my mother for my father’s death. Yet I know she wasn’t well, so I shouldn’t blame her.

    Maybe I’d just been too much trouble…It is only now, now I know about PTSD and the risk of cortisone psychosis, that I can truly comprehend a) it isn’t genetic (a GP assured me of that once I’d “survived” past 50) and b) there were situational factors in their lives over which I had no control. But that is logic. Emotions linger even when facts are known.

    If my own parents couldn’t love me enough to stay, how would anyone else love me? As an adult I know that is not rational given the circumstances, but at 15 it was very much a real emotion. My life would be loveless.

    The risk of suicidal tendencies being genetic worried me for many years. This was consolidated in my mind when a life insurance company loaded my premium because my parents had committed suicide. I’ve never touched gin as an alcohol. For many years I had a fear of taking valium – until a GP convinced me to use it as a muscle relaxant when I had awful back spasms. Have to say it worked brilliantly for that.

    In February 1974 I came to Australia on holiday simply to “see where Mum came from”. I had contact details of Mum’s oldest friend in Sydney. I couldn’t get a direct flight to Sydney so I arrived in Melbourne. I’m still here. I did go to Sydney and met Mum’s friend, but I don’t remember much of that trip at all.

    Why did I stay in Australia? I think it was because in Australia I had no past haunting me. In Timaru, everyone knew who I was – that teenager whose parents knocked themselves. I felt I was expected to either do the same or end up pregnant. Here in Melbourne I was just another person. I was judged on my own merits, if you like. There was a freedom to that. So I decided to stay here. I didn’t have to tell anyone anything and generally, people didn’t ask. I was just a young adult migrant.

    Hopefully my children have broken the generational cycle. As I look back I am proud of the fact I’m still here. I got an education. I did try to study medicine as an adult. The dream was still there. I went back to school here in Australia, did my HSC part-time while working full-time and raising two young children. I missed medical school entry by two marks. Started a science degree in the hope of doing well enough to transfer. Both kids got chicken pox in the first semester (not vaccines back then). Husband complained about me studying, wanted me to get a job. I gave up. In the end I did a business degree part-time while working full-time: it was easy, I’d been working in that field for years.

    I’m unhappy about the four divorces and the disruption to my children’s lives but I suspect that family history has a lot to do with how my life “panned out”. As mentioned in the first of this series, psychologists will tell you two people from dysfunctional backgrounds are not an ideal match for a stable, long-term relationship. My partners were also from disrupted childhoods of one sort of another. Different situations in each case, but no white picket fence childhoods either. Of course, I did not know about these studies until it was too late.

    When I was young, I just got on with life as best I could. I pushed the deaths to the back of my mind. There was nothing I could do about it, I couldn’t bring them back, it had been their decisions. All I could do was build a life for myself. It is only now, in these later, health-challenged years, I look back and wonder what trauma did I “inherit”? What trauma have I passed on? Would I be a chronic illness patient today if I had grown up in a stable home? I will never know. Hopefully, in time, science will determine if there is a link for people like me. My GP once said to me she felt I’d been misdiagnosed as a teenager. Misdiagnosed? I’d not been to a doctor as a teenager, there were too many funerals happening.

    I did the best I could. I tried. To all those out there with traumatic histories, I salute you. It isn’t easy.

    The picture is me in 1973.

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