Smiling Clare

Living Life, Within the Limits of Chronic Illness

Power assisted wheels

I’ve been looking at ways of getting a bit more independence for a while now, especially when out and about. Being reliant on someone pushing my wheelchair can become incredibly frustrating, particularly when taking photos or shopping; wanting to stop and look at something, or take a photo, when you can’t get the person pushing your wheelchair to hear you, and they can’t read your mind (Who knew?!) can be a bit of a bug bear!

And so I started researching the options available several months ago; a power chair was the obvious answer however it would come with its own issues: having somewhere to store it, the weight of it to lift it in and out of the car, potentially only being able to use it on my ‘better’ days and probably a few more things I’ve forgotten!

Then there were the less obvious options of power add-ons for a manual wheelchair. Of these there were numerous options: a trike attachment, the smartdrive, or the Alber E-fix to name a few. I looked at each one and the practicalities of them.

At first a smartdrive seemed like a good option; being small, easy to store and detachable so on days where I’m not well enough to control it myself, my parents could always push my wheelchair. However, I often not only struggle with joint pain in my shoulders, elbows and wrists but also have poor grip, meaning even with the power assistance of a smartdrive, controlling a self-propelling wheelchair through the wheels almost as you usually would, albeit with the smartdrive making it easier, would most likely be impossible for me.

A trike attachment was never a viable option as far as I was concerned; I’ve got a mobility scooter, and one of the main reasons for not using it was having to hold my arms out in front of me, to hold the handle bars to operate it. After a trip out on it I’d struggle to use my arms for days as the fatigue in the muscles would just be too bad, so I assume a trike attachment would end up feeling similar.

And so that left the Alber E-Fix. Two motorised wheels which replace the standard quick-release wheels on most wheelchairs, controlled by a joystick, and powered by a battery suspended under the seat. The motors in the wheels can be disengaged, so it can be used in “freewheel” mode, meaning it can always be used in manual mode if necessary. There’s even the option of attendant control, although that’s not something I’ve really explored. The only sticking point was the cost; brand new any of the options aren’t cheap. However, thanks to the good ol’ internet, it is possible to find some available secondhand, and that’s what I did.

I was fortunate to find a wheelchair with Alber E-Fix E25, fairly locally on a website selling secondhand goods. Okay, so it’s not the latest model of E-fix, and as a result the battery is a bit bigger and heavier, but it was at a price I could afford, within a distance I could get someone to take me to look at it and pick it up, and it came with a wheelchair which although not perfectly suited to my needs, would fit me okay and be usable while I save up for one which will meet all my needs, and be able to accommodate the Alber E-Fix.

So meet “Frog” my new set of wheels….

A picture of my new wheelchair

I have yet to manage to go out very far using it, but I am sure it will make a huge difference for me when I am able to go out and about. The only trouble I have with it is getting the wheels on and off when travelling in a smaller car – it is quite heavy to hold in place and line the connectors of the wheels up, and unfortunately the secondhand one I bought doesn’t have the Alber Anti-tippers which also have a jack function for this very purpose. I’ve tried looking online to see if I can buy some of those to no avail, so I now have my Dad and a few neighbours trying to come up with a way of being able to jack the wheelchair up and hold it in the right position while taking the wheels off and putting them back on, which is portable too! Thankfully they’re an inventive lot, so I’m sure they’ll come up with something…although there’s no guarantees it’ll be pretty!

I hope to share more about the E-fix and how I get on with it as I manage outings in it, and generally get to grips with it. Fingers crossed my health will let me do that very soon, as I’m starting to suffer a bit of cabin fever here; well enough to potter around the house but not well enough to venture out without suffering massively for days afterwards.

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What I mean when I say….

I’ve known for a while now that my answers to the question “How are you?” are very different to that of most people, particularly those who are healthy. They sound very much the same as you’d hear from anyone else, and yet they mean entirely different things.

You see, when you first have a chronic illness you’ll say you feel unwell still, but there comes a point where you get bored of saying it, people get sick of hearing that you’re still sick, and quite honestly you reach a point where you just accept this is how things are. And so you just start saying things which don’t provoke questions.

That’s not to say I mind when people question my answers; I’ve had family members ask me what “ok” actually means for me at the time they asked. And I am perfectly happy to try and answer that; it shows they are actually interested in hearing about some of what I’m dealing with at the time. I know other people would rather not know even the smallest bit of detail about what that actually means for whatever reason, and that is perfectly fine to. Part of the reason I now answer the way I do, is because even I have got bored of telling people the details of how I’m actually feeling; the pain I’m in, the fatigue I have etc. I can only imagine how bored they’d get hearing it. But if they ask, I will try and explain.

There seems to be a bit of a scale to my replies to that question everyone asks, and I rarely really know how to answer. So I thought I’d share and see if anyone else has a similar thing.

So, How are you?

I’m fine. Usually this means my pain levels are at the lowest level they ever are, that’s not to say there isn’t any pain, but it’s only a constant ache, nothing major. Fatigue is bearable and I can think quite clearly. The dizziness is manageable as well, it only happens if I’m foolish enough to stand completely still or move too quickly. I’m basically at the best I ever get these days.

I’ll be able to manage a few hours watching television, read a few chapters of a book providing it is quiet, go out in my wheelchair for a few hours or potter around the house doing some of the less physically demanding chores.

HOWEVER, if you have asked me repeatedly over the course of the day, how I am, and I am now beginning to get fed up of answering, it doesn’t matter how I’m feeling there is a chance I will just reply snappily that “I’m fine” when in some cases I clearly am not, I’m just fed up with being asked!

I’m ok. It’s an average day. The pain levels are manageable, not quite as low as they could be but they are not at a level that will prevent me from functioning. The same can be said about the fatigue. I can think reasonably clearly most of the time, with the odd patch of brain fog to make life interesting; you will most probably find me referring to a very obviously named object as “thingy” or “whatdoyoucallit” or some other such description as my brain just cannot think of the word I want and should really know. There is a slight dizzy feeling when sitting completely upright with my feet down, so you will usually find me slouched in a chair with my feet tucked under me. Standing up has to be done slowly otherwise the dizziness overwhelms me. But generally as long as I’m careful it is all manageable.

I’ll be able to watch an hour or so of television at a time, read a chapter of a book if it’s quiet, do a bit of knitting or crafting, or perhaps manage a short trip out in my wheelchair. I’ll need more rest breaks in between the shorter ‘spurts’ of activity than I would on a good day.

Not too bad. It’s a little worse than an average day. Either the pain is at a higher level which is making certain tasks more difficult, or the fatigue is worse meaning I need to rest more than usual. Following a conversation isn’t as easy as it usually is either so you may have to be careful you don’t speak too fast, and be patient while I come up with my reply. The dizziness may also be worse, with me seated in a reclined position with my feet up in order not to feel slightly dizzy the entire time. The dizziness on standing up will pass quickly as long as I am careful but after a few steps you may find me clinging to a bit of furniture for support as another spell of dizziness hits before passing again. I have to be a bit more careful on days like this and everything is a little more difficult than it usually is.

I’ll be able to watch an hour or so of television at a time, read a chapter of a book if it’s quiet or do a bit of knitting or crafting. I’ll need more rest breaks than I would on an average day, and although leaving the house is still possible, it’s not recommended as symptoms will almost certainly flare even after a very short trip out in my wheelchair.

Not great/Not so good. It’s a bad day but not the worst kind of day. Both the pain and fatigue are worse than usual. I may have a headache so keeping conversation to a lower volume would be appreciated. Following a conversation is difficult and requires most of my concentration; I can only follow one thing at a time, so if I’m typing a message to someone, please wait until I’m finished, or ask me to pause so you can speak to me, as otherwise I will not only have no clue what you just said, but I will also, in all likelihood, write a message to someone which makes absolutely no sense. Brain fog is worse than usual too, so finding words and/or getting them muddled happens more often. The dizziness will likely be bad, but manageable providing I am careful; sitting reclined with my feet up, changing positions carefully etc.

I may not be able to cope with the television, the sound and bright moving pictures may be too much for my brain to compute. If I’m lucky I might be able to tolerate watching an old favourite children’s film on DVD or if it’s quiet I will be able to read a chapter or two of a book, however this is not guaranteed and I might have to give in after a few sentences. I’ll be able to keep myself occupied with crafts, colouring or knitting providing my hands aren’t too painful and my grip isn’t too bad. I’ll only leave the house if I absolutely have to; for an appointment which cannot be easily rearranged, and if I do that the hours/days which follow will require more rest.

I’m not feeling so well/I feel awful. This is most probably the biggest understatement you’ll hear. I want to lie down on the sofa, or in bed, wherever is quietest, and less bright. You may find I end up close to tears, frustrated and upset about just how unwell I’m feeling if I remain where I am. Following a simple conversation is taking almost all the energy I have, my pain levels are rising and the fatigue is making thinking difficult. My head hurts from trying to make sense of what you’re saying to me. I’m feeling slightly faint most of the time when I’m upright in any sense of the word. I need to go somewhere quiet and rest until the worst of this passes.

I can’t do a whole lot of anything. The television is often too much, and I don’t have the concentration to read even a single sentence of a book. I might be able to manage a bit of colouring but that’s about all.

I’m not feeling at all well. I want to go home, I want my bed. I am most probably close to, if not in tears, because I am overwhelmed by how bad I am feeling, or if I am out, because I am so disappointed I’m having to leave earlier than I want/expected to on top of being overwhelmed by the symptoms. My pain levels are rocketing, the fatigue is so bad I can’t really think straight and I probably have a pounding headache too. I’m feeling rather faint when sitting up, and it’s taking all I’ve got to put a brave face on that. It’s taking all my energy to cope with all the symptoms my body is throwing at me. I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep until it all goes away (although I probably won’t be able to sleep because of it all and so will just have to curl up and endure it until something gives so I can sleep)

In all honesty there are variations to those answers, and I may not have all the symptoms described when I answer, but you can be sure there’ll be some of them present. The truth is I can’t put every possible answer to that question in a blog post, so I’ve picked the ones I use most, and described some of the possible things I may be feeling at the time I say it; there may be other things going on, it may be only one certain aspect of my illness is worse than usual that day. The main thing to take from this post is that the face value of my answer probably means something very different to what you would expect it to; keep that in mind when you next ask me, or anyone with a chronic illness or disability how we are.

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My Journey

I’ve been unsure as to whether to write about this, but I figure this blog is as much about my journey as it is about raising awareness, sharing tips etc, and writing usually helps me make sense of things.

So with all the hospital appointments I’ve had of late, I’m feeling a bit unsure of what it all means. The initial referral was because of my dizziness and fainting spells, with Postural Tachycardia Syndrome (PoTS) being the main suspect. And while I am undergoing tests, and we have a plan of sorts on that front, that particular appointment has led to another referral which has left me a little unsure of the things to come.

As you are probably aware, 14 years ago I was diagnosed with M.E./C.F.S. Now throughout the years there have been times I have suspected other things at play; which is what led me to bringing up PoTS with my GP. But I never suspected that it could be the case that I had been misdiagnosed. I must stress I still don’t know if this is the case, but it is something which has been hinted at.

When my cardiologist asked me about any other symptoms; not just those which had led to my referral to him, he mentioned that many fitted with symptoms of Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDS). But that it can be difficult to get diagnosed, if it is that, as it’s another condition that many doctors don’t necessarily believe in, and unfortunately he is unable to diagnose it because it isn’t his speciality. And so I didn’t think anything more about it, maybe it was something I should pursue at a later date, but for now if we could get the dizziness and fainting under control I’d be happy.

I guess that attitude has been heavily influenced by being left to manage my condition with very little medical support over the past 14 years. Because he said it would be difficult to get diagnosed if it is indeed something I have, I assumed nothing would come of it; it would be one more thing that would be ignored until I had the energy and courage to pursue getting it investigated.

How wrong I was! In his letter to my GP my cardiologist requested a referral be made to a rheumatologist. The main focus it seems is getting my hypermobility diagnosed in order to be further referred to specialists. But it is something I didn’t expect to happen, and I have no idea how to feel about it.

In one way I am hopeful that maybe this will lead to a more accurate diagnosis, and therefore better management techniques. From the research I’ve done since, I don’t know if I will eventually get an EDS diagnosis or one of Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder (HSD), that’s if I get a diagnosis like that at all. But in all honesty, I don’t care. If it leads to greater knowledge of how best to manage my health, then that is all that matters.

I am also relieved and immensely grateful that I have found a doctor who not only wants to treat the symptoms which are relevant to his speciality, but also look at the bigger picture in terms of ALL the symptoms I get and try to figure out that puzzle as well, through referring me to other specialists.

But in another way I feel somewhat of a fraud. IF I have indeed been misdiagnosed with M.E., then have I been writing inaccurate blog posts about life with M.E.? Have I been wrongly accepted into the M.E. community? I know if I have, it hasn’t been intentional because that is what I was told was wrong with me, and I fully believed it. At the same time though, there is so much misinformation out there already about M.E., have I unintentionally added to it by describing a life which may not actually be one of someone living with M.E., but instead another condition which causes similar symptoms? Or perhaps I do have M.E. but a different condition means certain symptoms are exacerbated more than they would normally be with just M.E.?

I don’t expect any of this will lead to any kind of miraculous recovery, but better management of my symptoms could well lead to some form of improvement. And I can’t deny the happiness I feel at that possibility. I know whatever happens I will still be chronically ill, but knowing what is actually wrong, and hopefully being able to manage my symptoms better has got to be a good thing.

Of course, all this could be terribly optimistic of me anyway, the referral may not go the way I expect. Should I dare be so hopeful that the fact my cardiologist believes there is something else wrong, even hints that I may have been misdiagnosed, that it means other doctors will agree with him? That maybe I’m on my way to finding out more about what is wrong with me? I have had so many appointments in the past where everything has been blamed on C.F.S/M.E that I really don’t know how this appointment will go. I was so surprised, and immensely relieved, when I met my cardiologist for the first time and he immediately believed there was something else causing the symptoms I’d been referred to him about. Hopefully this rheumatology appointment will go the same way, but I can’t help but be a bit anxious that that won’t be the case and we’ll be back to blaming everything on the M.E.

I guess only time will tell….

 

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Loneliness

A big part of life with M.E. or any other chronic illness for that matter is how isolating it can be. Being too unwell to leave the house for long, if at all, makes for quite a lonely existence.

Back in 2005 when I first became ill, loneliness had more of an impact than it does now. Back then we’d not long got broadband, and only had the one desktop computer that the whole family could use. The internet was still a bit of a new thing. I went from socialising every day in school, to being stuck at home on the sofa rarely leaving the house. And when I did leave the house it was mostly for doctors appointments. There were very few ways to keep in touch with friends; the odd letter or text message was sent and received but there wasn’t many other ways to stay in touch. Email and instant messaging were just emerging, and to do that you had to be well enough to sit at a desktop computer, not just lie on a sofa.

Things have changed so much now, the internet and mobile devices make staying in touch with people so much easier. A simple message can be sent while lying on the sofa or even in bed. It also provides a place to meet people who know what we are going through, who have the same illnesses, and who can relate to how we are feeling.

Don’t get me wrong, life with chronic illness is still lonely. Nothing can ever replace real life company and conversation; actually having people there for you, offering a much needed hug and support when things get particularly tough. There are days when I’m too ill for social media, or to reply to messages, when I want the comfort I get from talking to a friend but I’m simply not well enough to put a message together or cope with the screen on a phone, tablet or laptop.

There are times I need a break from social media and using my phone, even if I’m feeling fairly okay, sometimes I just need to switch off from being online. But there are drawbacks to that too. Unless I’m well enough to be doing other things, keeping myself occupied, the loneliness sets in.

A short, simple message can literally make my day when I’m feeling particularly lonely. It can be hard for me to reach out; I don’t want to bother a friend who may be feeling particularly unwell themselves – most of my friends have similar chronic illnesses to me – because I don’t want them to feel like they have to reply to my message. But at the same time I long to have a chat with someone, especially someone who can relate to how I am feeling.

Sometimes all I long for is a hug. No pressure to talk, just the comfort that comes from being wrapped in a hug. That’s the one thing social media, and messages can’t replace. But social media and forums do help ease some of the loneliness, even just knowing that there are people at the end of the internet to talk to.

If you have a friend with a chronic illness, why not drop them a short, simple message today? You could be the only person to do so, and it can mean the world to them. Take it from me, someone who knows.

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