I had a long conversation with my friend Mariam the other night. She's a fellow AMFPA artist and quadriplegic (I hate that description), like me. This month marked fifteen years, since her accident. She lives on her own, in Chicago. She's an amazing artist, and has a wonderfully positive attitude about life, and dealing with living with paralysis. Although she's admitted to me that she's had her fair share of dark days, and moments of feeling like she wanted to give up on life, she lived through that rough period of her life to tell the tale, and has been trying to help me see the possibility of finding happiness, despite our injuries. We share a lot in common, and I really appreciate her insight, and her taking time to try and cheer me up.
Just like I feel it's impossible for most of my friends to see the world through the lens, and perspective on life, that paralysis has given me, it's near impossible for me to see (or imagine) my life through Mariam's eyes. I have a couple friends (including Mariam) that have been injured over a decade, and it's hard for me to wrap my head around that amount of time, living this way. When I think about the Hell these last six (almost) years have been, and my deteriorating health, my mind begins to short circuit, at the thought of having to go through this for another six, or ten years. I get chocked up, just at the thought. It's a very scary, hopeless filled future, through my eyes, at this point in my journey, right now.
Mariam said she went through a similar extremely dark period in her life, where she gave up caring. She said her poor health was a big contributing factor to her mood, and both fed off of one another, in a viscous downward spiral. I feel caught in the current of a similar cycle. It's very hard to envision any brightness in a future, that is certain to include more of the same stuff that I've been going through, and will continue to go through, unless miraculously cured. No matter how you slice it, bowel programs, catheters, lack of privacy and being dependent on others, is part of my future. Those are all inevitables, I can't escape.
Mariam agrees with me, that bowel program is a horrendous aspect of living with paralysis, that we need. However, she said that there might be ways of "streamlining" my program, so that it's not SUCH a burden. She and I discussed our routines, and I was kind of shocked by the comparisons. I have my BP every other day (in the morning). It usually lasts two hours, or more, and entails me sitting strapped to a commode, over the toilet. I have a nurse present, the entire time, who uses a suppository and manual stimulation, every ten to twenty minutes, until I'm "empty" (disgusting, gross & disturbing, I know). On top of that, I take five Senekot and two Colace pills each day. Not to mention, trying watch my diet and eat plenty of veggies and fiber. Despite all that, I still have occasional "accidents", which are terribly traumatic, and usually unexplained. I have at least one a month. Occasionally (like last week) I'll have a BP day with near to no "results" and end up then having to have BP for three days, back to back, as to not mess up my nursing schedule. In contrast, Mariam was telling me, her BP only takes 45 minutes, every THREE days.
I've gotten quite a lot of feedback from other people that have BP, and routines seem to vary widely, from individual, to individual. I've had more than one person respond to my posts (in Care Cure forums), with their own horror stories of three hour BPs, hemorrhoids and the alternative of trading it all in for a colostomy. As I've said a million times, I'm not willing to entertain the colostomy bag option. Knowing the Hell I currently go through, and how my body reacts, I also can't envision being able to get away with only having BP every three days, like Mariam. Although it sounds like a WONDERFUL alternative, to my current routine (the best idea I've heard), I honestly don't think my body could tolerate waiting that long to "go." As it is, I experience a lot of extra AD like symptoms the night before BP. I attribute the discomfort (chills, fevers, chest pressure and sweating) with gas, and with needing to go to the bathroom. I've tried taking Beano & Gas-X, on hopes of alleviating some of the discomfort, but it never does. Not to mention, the days my BP doesn't produce the "typical" amount of stool (OMG! I want to vomit, just typing this), I almost always end up having an accident, which to me, is further proof that's there's just no way my body would let me get away putting BP off, an extra day. In fact, it's been suggested to me by several people, that I ought to go back to having BP every day (like when I was living in the nursing home). I definitely had less instances of incontinence, when I was having BP daily. However, I'm at a point where I literally rather die, than go back to having BP daily.
Mariam said that she thought it's a possibility that the nurses working with me, aren't being aggressive enough, in their techniques. She and I talked at length about this, and she explained to me about having two sphincters, and the importance of the nurses putting the suppositories "up," high enough and how crucial the stimulation process is. To be honest, it was a bit too detailed of an anatomy lesson for me, and I admitted that I try to be the least involved in the whole BP process, as I can, given the fact it's my own body. Normally during BP, I try to pay attention to the news, and distract myself from the ugly realities of my life. I love it when I know I'll have a nurse with me that knows me well, because it means I can be relaxed enough, to NOT have to discuss anything about the actual BP, or give instructions. When I'm with a nurse that I'm familiar with, I basically just let them "do what they need to do" and I zone out, and try and remove my thoughts from my surroundings.
Taking Mariam's advice (knowing deep down that I need to be control and directing my care), I decided to bring up some of our discussion with my nurse, to make sure she is in fact doing everything correctly (which I was pretty sure she was). She acknowledged all of the important points, and said she'd be more than happy to try her best to speed things along. The thing is, there's often times when my nurses (including the nurse I spoke with) have told me that they've been "up there," and couldn't feel a thing. Then later that same day, I'll end up going more. So basically what MY nurses have to do, is determine when I'm "done" based on quantity, and not only just by what they feel. Sometimes they'll even have to use a second suppository to "get things moving." When it's all said and done, I never feel comfortable (meaning, not being paranoid about having an accident) unless I've gone a certain amount. It ends up being a waiting game. The nurses keep checking, and stimulating, until I "go" that certain amount. It's awful. Regardless, I'm usually always paranoid of accidents. Partly because they have happened randomly, even after a "good" BP, and secondly, because the threat is always there, and the trauma of it happening once, has been enough to keep me forever worried. It's pretty much become my worst fear, that I fear on an almost constant basis.
Before my accident, when I was around twenty, or twenty one, my mother had a scare, thinking she might have Chrone's disease. She ended up having a colonoscopy done, and was diagnosed with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome- aka spastic colon). I had always had bathroom issues myself, often suffering from diarrhea and almost always getting sick, if I was anxious, or upset about something. I decided to get myself checked out, around the same time, and was also diagnosed with IBS. I was given pills, that didn't help, and I stopped taking them. I never found any direct relation to food, or drink, but definitely believe there were psychological triggers. I can remember being sick to my stomach (with the runs) for every major event in my life. Not being unable to use public restrooms, and being highly sensitive about the matter, complicated having spastic colon, and I remember many days that I was doubled over in pain, because I HAD to "go," but couldn't bring myself to use the bathroom, wherever, or around whoever I was with, at the time.
Between my conversation with Mariam, and with my nurse, I got to thinking if maybe it's not so much my hemorrhoids that cause me so much discomfort, and make my bowel program seemingly so hard to manage and control, but perhaps it's the fact that I still have IBS. It's not that I've never had this thought before, but I always ruled it out, given the fact that I know my biggest trigger of my IBS, was always my emotions. I've always assumed, since there is no longer a conscious connection between my brain, and my ability to control my bowels, that IBS too, would no longer be an issue. I figured, if my emotions still ruled my IBS, then theoretically, I'd be able to use anxiety to my advantage, and will myself into needing to go. That most certainly isn't the case. I'm anxious/paranoid about BP specifically, 99% of the time, so based on that alone, I'd be "going" all the time. On the other hand, I wonder if my anxiety and IBS create more gas, and sensations of needing to go, that my body is interpreting as pain, and thus creating all the AD symptoms. It would explain a lot. I'm curious to know if anyone else with a SCI has had experience of being previously diagnosed with IBS, and if he/she has had any similar issues of AD and unexplained problems with BP and/or episodes of incontinence. I'm also curious to ask my doctor what he thinks. Unfortunately, there's no way to know for sure. One frustrating aspect of IBS, is that it's difficult to treat. It's even harder to try and treat something you can't directly feel. I'm grasping at straws, but it's an idea I'm curious I'd like to throw out there, and get some feedback on.
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
"The Sea Inside"
The other day I watched a very power movie, called "The Sea Inside." It is a Spanish film, that came out in the theaters, back in 2004. The story is based on the true, life story, of a quadriplegic man named Ramon Sampedro. He was injured in a diving accident (very similar injury to my own), off a cliff, nearby his home, into the sea. After his accident, he spent nearly thirty years fighting with the Spanish government, for the right to end his own life. The movie chronicles his uphill battle against the government, in a country, which is highly influenced by Catholic church. It depicts his day to day home life with his family, and caretakers, as well as the development of friendships, with two key women. One woman, named Rosa, is a local, single mother of two, who learns about his plight, through the media coverage of his case. The second woman, is a lawyer, who is battling with a debilitating neurological disorder, and decides to help him win his case, in hopes of securing her own to die, with dignity. Both women come to know, and love him, and end up helping him, in very different ways. In the end, Ramon gets his wish, despite losing the case, for the petition, to legally end his own life. The movie is extremely well written, acted, and touched my heart, and mind on many different levels. It is a story I can completely relate to, and Ramon's view points, and philosophy on life, are very similar to my own. If he were still alive, I'm sure we could talk for hours on end, about the cruelties of paralysis, and how important the quality of life is. I think if there's a heaven, we might become good friends. I'm interested to read his book, which was published shortly before his death, and am inspired by his tenacity and courage.
One of the things that struck me most about the movie, was the interpersonal relationships, between Ramon, and his family members, and the different dynamics each of them shared. It was insightful for me, and hit very close to home, to see the pain and anguish that his family members experienced, do to his injury, and the different way each of them coped, with having to help him, and also each of their varying attitudes, towards his wish to die. An especially poignant scene, is where his ailing father, who is normally very tightlipped, and somber, says something to the effect of "it's hard enough to lose a child; it's worse to watch a child, that wants to die." It's evident how much his father has suffered, watching Ramon suffer, and the feelings of frustration, and inadiquicy that must come along, with not being able to help his son heal. He is also torn between, his two sons, who argue bitterly, over Ramon's injury, and its impact on the family, as a whole. Ramon's older brother Jose, clearly feels resentment over his brother's life, and care being a burden and strain on the family, and yet he is the one most adamantly opposed to his brother's wishes to die. I found it interesting, that although he clearly blamed his brother for having a negative impact on his life, he seemed most affraid, and hesitant to let him go. I can't help but wonder, and compare my own situation, to Ramon's and think about all the stress, tears, and suffering my accident has caused on my family. Despite their spats, it was clear that Ramon was very loved, and well cared for. In fact his sister-in-law, Manuela, serves as his primary caregiver, and doted on him, as if he were her own child.
Ramon's case became a big media blitz, and caused a bit of scandal, given the influence of the Catholic church, and it's roots, into the heritage, and history of the Spanish goverment. One point in the movie, a Catholic priest, who was also quadriplegic, decided to make it his mission, to "save" Ramon, by going to see him, and try to persuade Ramon to change his views on living life, despite paralysis, and publicly suggested that perhaps it was just that Ramon lacked love and compassion, and that his petition for the right to die, was just a cry for help. Naturally, his comments both offended, and deeply hurt his family, whom loved him very much. Like myself, Ramon felt that this life is not a quality life. He believed like me, that it is a second best, compromise of the lives we once had, that strip of us of our freedom, and dignity. He was not happy with settling for life with paralysis, and neither am I.
It is not that I (or Ramon) don't appreciative the love and compassion my family and friends have for me, but love alone is not enough, to take away the physical and emotional pain that comes along with having to live such a limiting, unnatural way of life. Wanting to die, has nothing to do with lacking love, and/or support. Ramon's family was deeply invested and involved in Ramon's overall health, and well being. He had many interested, caring friends. I too have an abundance of love, and support. I am blessed with a strong network, of family, friends, and medical staff, to support me, and provide me with the best possible care, given my condition, and my limitations. I am grateful for the love, and interest my loved ones take in helping me, and being there for me. Unfortunately, love alone, is not enough, to counter balance the physical suffering, emotional trauma, loss of indepedemce, and losing the life I once had. There is nothing, short of a miracle, and/or cure, that can give me back (some of) what I lost, and make up for all the suffering I endure. Neither is very probable, or likely to occur, within the near future (or realistically speaking, even within the next decade.) I understand Ramon's wish to die, and respect his decision.
Its not to say I think all quadriplegics should die, or that their lives aren't worth living. I can only talk for myself, as did Ramon. He was not satisfied with having to endure the indignities that we're forced to face every day, every second. We don't get a break, and all the love in the world doesn't heal this type of injury. It doesn't take away the fevers, the cold sweats, the lack of privacy, or independence. Ramon's attitude was based around the idea, that each individual person has their own threshold for suffering, and while one person might find satisfaction in living dependent on others, and/or machines that, that low standard of quality of living should not be forced upon those of us that have to live it. After all, only Ramon knew what it was like to live in his shoes, and the personal hell that he had to endure, for almost thirty years, against his will. For me, and Ramon, paralysis is worse that being a prisoner. We are being punished, by being forced to live through unnatural means, against our will. That isn't fair, nor is it humane.
I can't speak for other quadriplegics, I can only speak for myself, about my struggles and the physical, and emotional impacts that paralysis has had on my life. I don't judge people who want to live this way, by calling them crazy, for giving in, for settling, for enduring, despite all the pain. I only know what I lost, what memories haunt me, what standards I hold myself to, and what brings me joy and fulfillment. It's easy to judge, when you don't have to deal with a fraction, of what I (or Ramon) went through, and in my case, continue to endure. No one has to sit every day, battling my inner deamons, frustration, disappointment and disgust, over the way I'm forced to live, but me. I think everyone should have the right to determine their own level of worth, and value, in terms of living, versus suffering. Let me worry about my own soul. Let God be my judge, instead of presuming his/hers/its purpose for my life.
Unlike Ramon (who cleverly had a chain of people prepare him a glass of water, mixed with poison, which he ingested, through a straw, on camera), my conscious would never allow me to jeopardize someone else's freedom (by making them criminally liable), or share the burden of the responsibility, for my death, by asking friends, or loved ones, to carry out, my wish to die. If/When the time comes, that I've reached my threshold, and can no longer continue to suffer, as I am, I will choose to excersise my right to refuse nutrition/hydration. It will not be quick, like Ramon's death. It will most likely, be days, or weeks, of slowly waiting to die. Although it might be painful for my loved ones to witness, it is the only option, that safeguards my loved ones, and keeps all the blame with me. Personally, I don't view my refusal of help, as suicide, rather the natural progression of nature. I feel as though my life is being sustained through artificial means, and do not find joy, or quality, in the lifestyle that paralysis has forced on me. I don't see my refusal of nutrition/hydration, any differently than my refusal to want to be hooked up to a vent, feeding tube, colostomy, or any other artificial life support. Right now, people act in place of machines. Either way, I'm unable to fend for myself, and would have died long ago, if I "left my life into God's hands." I think it's bad enough, I'm forced into a corner, where my only options, are to accept this low standard life, full of chronic illness, and no cure in sight, or have to starve to death. We treat our pets more humanely, and like Ramon, it really pisses me off, that God & religion, have such a strong influence, over laws, in a country where church & state, are meant to be separate.
During his campaign to die, Ramon befriended and fell in love with one of his lawyers, Julia. She was suffering from a degenerate neurological disease, similar to MS, and in my opinion, used Ramon's case, to give herself peace of mind, and as a selfish means, to try and use Ramon's case (in the event the government granted him permission, to die by lethal injection) as a precedent, to be able to end her own life, with dignity, before her disease effected her ability to reason, and/or memories. Whether intentional or not, and despite the fact that she was married, she toyed with his emotions, and even went so far as to help him write, and publish his book, and promised him that'd she'd personally help him carry out his wish to die, and die alongside him, once his book was published. Instead, she backed out of the deal, by letter, leaving Ramon, more heartbroken and suffering, than before she met him. Ultimately, it is a local woman, named Rosa (who fell in love with him, became his friend, around the same time period as Julia), who agrees to take the pivotal part, in helping Ramon, realize & carry out his plan to die. It is ironic, that during their first meeting, Rosa goes to meet him, in hopes of inspiring him to find a reason to live. Over time, she came to love and respect him, and finally understood, that the most loving gift, she could give him, was to recognize his suffering, and respect his wish to die.
Like Ramon, my wish is for people to understand how much I'm suffering, and to also respect my wish to NOT want to live THIS way. It is not a normal way to live. It is not easy, being 100% dependent on others (I find it frustrating that some people could accept & respect my wishes, to not want to be dependent on machinery, but yet expect me to accept being dependent on people). Being dependent on others is in many ways harder than being dependent on machines (which I have been), because there is shame, guilt, and judgement, involved in having to reveal yourself and be cared for by people. It is degrading, embarrassing and humiliating to have to be bathed, clothed, and fed, like a baby. It is extremely hard having to accept help, and share your private, personal space, when you have lived and are accustomed to being, an independent, self sufficient person.
Ramon was right, in that "this life has no dignity." I don't think that it's fair that such a low quality standard of life be forced upon people. I think people SHOULD have the right to die with dignity, and peacefully, if all life offers them, is a life of chronic illness, and suffering. People with incurable, debilitating diseases, shouldn't be forced into living UNNATURALLY long life spans, just because there are resources and means available to extend their lives. People like me & Ramon, should have a humane option, out of being otherwise, prisoners in our own flesh. I'm not saying that everyone in my shoes would chose to "opt out," I'm just saying that sometimes ending a life to prevent prolonged suffering, is more humane, than forcing someone who would otherwise be dead (because they can't care for themselves), to live and suffer.
My hope is that, if I do choose to one day stop accepting help, that those people closest to me understand my reasoning, respect my decision and know that I tried to live THIS life, for as long as I possibly could, for their sake (I do not go through all this Hell for myself. That point has come, and gone, a very long time ago). I hope that my loved ones will forgive me, and know that it is not for lack of love, that I want to leave them, but out of exhaustion and being tired of suffering. I wonder if Ramon's family have forgiven him, and have been able to move forward without him. I wonder how well, or poorly they coped with his death, despite knowing his wishes, and witnessing his suffering. I wonder if there is a heaven, and a God, if Ramon is there, beside him/her/it. I think if God exists, he/she/it will weigh the suffering, compassion, and generosity, of people like myself, and Ramon, and consider the amount of good a person has done, against the bad, and that a loving, all knowing God would forgive people, in our situation, for wanting to leave THIS life behind.
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One of the things that struck me most about the movie, was the interpersonal relationships, between Ramon, and his family members, and the different dynamics each of them shared. It was insightful for me, and hit very close to home, to see the pain and anguish that his family members experienced, do to his injury, and the different way each of them coped, with having to help him, and also each of their varying attitudes, towards his wish to die. An especially poignant scene, is where his ailing father, who is normally very tightlipped, and somber, says something to the effect of "it's hard enough to lose a child; it's worse to watch a child, that wants to die." It's evident how much his father has suffered, watching Ramon suffer, and the feelings of frustration, and inadiquicy that must come along, with not being able to help his son heal. He is also torn between, his two sons, who argue bitterly, over Ramon's injury, and its impact on the family, as a whole. Ramon's older brother Jose, clearly feels resentment over his brother's life, and care being a burden and strain on the family, and yet he is the one most adamantly opposed to his brother's wishes to die. I found it interesting, that although he clearly blamed his brother for having a negative impact on his life, he seemed most affraid, and hesitant to let him go. I can't help but wonder, and compare my own situation, to Ramon's and think about all the stress, tears, and suffering my accident has caused on my family. Despite their spats, it was clear that Ramon was very loved, and well cared for. In fact his sister-in-law, Manuela, serves as his primary caregiver, and doted on him, as if he were her own child.
Ramon's case became a big media blitz, and caused a bit of scandal, given the influence of the Catholic church, and it's roots, into the heritage, and history of the Spanish goverment. One point in the movie, a Catholic priest, who was also quadriplegic, decided to make it his mission, to "save" Ramon, by going to see him, and try to persuade Ramon to change his views on living life, despite paralysis, and publicly suggested that perhaps it was just that Ramon lacked love and compassion, and that his petition for the right to die, was just a cry for help. Naturally, his comments both offended, and deeply hurt his family, whom loved him very much. Like myself, Ramon felt that this life is not a quality life. He believed like me, that it is a second best, compromise of the lives we once had, that strip of us of our freedom, and dignity. He was not happy with settling for life with paralysis, and neither am I.
It is not that I (or Ramon) don't appreciative the love and compassion my family and friends have for me, but love alone is not enough, to take away the physical and emotional pain that comes along with having to live such a limiting, unnatural way of life. Wanting to die, has nothing to do with lacking love, and/or support. Ramon's family was deeply invested and involved in Ramon's overall health, and well being. He had many interested, caring friends. I too have an abundance of love, and support. I am blessed with a strong network, of family, friends, and medical staff, to support me, and provide me with the best possible care, given my condition, and my limitations. I am grateful for the love, and interest my loved ones take in helping me, and being there for me. Unfortunately, love alone, is not enough, to counter balance the physical suffering, emotional trauma, loss of indepedemce, and losing the life I once had. There is nothing, short of a miracle, and/or cure, that can give me back (some of) what I lost, and make up for all the suffering I endure. Neither is very probable, or likely to occur, within the near future (or realistically speaking, even within the next decade.) I understand Ramon's wish to die, and respect his decision.
Its not to say I think all quadriplegics should die, or that their lives aren't worth living. I can only talk for myself, as did Ramon. He was not satisfied with having to endure the indignities that we're forced to face every day, every second. We don't get a break, and all the love in the world doesn't heal this type of injury. It doesn't take away the fevers, the cold sweats, the lack of privacy, or independence. Ramon's attitude was based around the idea, that each individual person has their own threshold for suffering, and while one person might find satisfaction in living dependent on others, and/or machines that, that low standard of quality of living should not be forced upon those of us that have to live it. After all, only Ramon knew what it was like to live in his shoes, and the personal hell that he had to endure, for almost thirty years, against his will. For me, and Ramon, paralysis is worse that being a prisoner. We are being punished, by being forced to live through unnatural means, against our will. That isn't fair, nor is it humane.
I can't speak for other quadriplegics, I can only speak for myself, about my struggles and the physical, and emotional impacts that paralysis has had on my life. I don't judge people who want to live this way, by calling them crazy, for giving in, for settling, for enduring, despite all the pain. I only know what I lost, what memories haunt me, what standards I hold myself to, and what brings me joy and fulfillment. It's easy to judge, when you don't have to deal with a fraction, of what I (or Ramon) went through, and in my case, continue to endure. No one has to sit every day, battling my inner deamons, frustration, disappointment and disgust, over the way I'm forced to live, but me. I think everyone should have the right to determine their own level of worth, and value, in terms of living, versus suffering. Let me worry about my own soul. Let God be my judge, instead of presuming his/hers/its purpose for my life.
Unlike Ramon (who cleverly had a chain of people prepare him a glass of water, mixed with poison, which he ingested, through a straw, on camera), my conscious would never allow me to jeopardize someone else's freedom (by making them criminally liable), or share the burden of the responsibility, for my death, by asking friends, or loved ones, to carry out, my wish to die. If/When the time comes, that I've reached my threshold, and can no longer continue to suffer, as I am, I will choose to excersise my right to refuse nutrition/hydration. It will not be quick, like Ramon's death. It will most likely, be days, or weeks, of slowly waiting to die. Although it might be painful for my loved ones to witness, it is the only option, that safeguards my loved ones, and keeps all the blame with me. Personally, I don't view my refusal of help, as suicide, rather the natural progression of nature. I feel as though my life is being sustained through artificial means, and do not find joy, or quality, in the lifestyle that paralysis has forced on me. I don't see my refusal of nutrition/hydration, any differently than my refusal to want to be hooked up to a vent, feeding tube, colostomy, or any other artificial life support. Right now, people act in place of machines. Either way, I'm unable to fend for myself, and would have died long ago, if I "left my life into God's hands." I think it's bad enough, I'm forced into a corner, where my only options, are to accept this low standard life, full of chronic illness, and no cure in sight, or have to starve to death. We treat our pets more humanely, and like Ramon, it really pisses me off, that God & religion, have such a strong influence, over laws, in a country where church & state, are meant to be separate.
During his campaign to die, Ramon befriended and fell in love with one of his lawyers, Julia. She was suffering from a degenerate neurological disease, similar to MS, and in my opinion, used Ramon's case, to give herself peace of mind, and as a selfish means, to try and use Ramon's case (in the event the government granted him permission, to die by lethal injection) as a precedent, to be able to end her own life, with dignity, before her disease effected her ability to reason, and/or memories. Whether intentional or not, and despite the fact that she was married, she toyed with his emotions, and even went so far as to help him write, and publish his book, and promised him that'd she'd personally help him carry out his wish to die, and die alongside him, once his book was published. Instead, she backed out of the deal, by letter, leaving Ramon, more heartbroken and suffering, than before she met him. Ultimately, it is a local woman, named Rosa (who fell in love with him, became his friend, around the same time period as Julia), who agrees to take the pivotal part, in helping Ramon, realize & carry out his plan to die. It is ironic, that during their first meeting, Rosa goes to meet him, in hopes of inspiring him to find a reason to live. Over time, she came to love and respect him, and finally understood, that the most loving gift, she could give him, was to recognize his suffering, and respect his wish to die.
Like Ramon, my wish is for people to understand how much I'm suffering, and to also respect my wish to NOT want to live THIS way. It is not a normal way to live. It is not easy, being 100% dependent on others (I find it frustrating that some people could accept & respect my wishes, to not want to be dependent on machinery, but yet expect me to accept being dependent on people). Being dependent on others is in many ways harder than being dependent on machines (which I have been), because there is shame, guilt, and judgement, involved in having to reveal yourself and be cared for by people. It is degrading, embarrassing and humiliating to have to be bathed, clothed, and fed, like a baby. It is extremely hard having to accept help, and share your private, personal space, when you have lived and are accustomed to being, an independent, self sufficient person.
Ramon was right, in that "this life has no dignity." I don't think that it's fair that such a low quality standard of life be forced upon people. I think people SHOULD have the right to die with dignity, and peacefully, if all life offers them, is a life of chronic illness, and suffering. People with incurable, debilitating diseases, shouldn't be forced into living UNNATURALLY long life spans, just because there are resources and means available to extend their lives. People like me & Ramon, should have a humane option, out of being otherwise, prisoners in our own flesh. I'm not saying that everyone in my shoes would chose to "opt out," I'm just saying that sometimes ending a life to prevent prolonged suffering, is more humane, than forcing someone who would otherwise be dead (because they can't care for themselves), to live and suffer.
My hope is that, if I do choose to one day stop accepting help, that those people closest to me understand my reasoning, respect my decision and know that I tried to live THIS life, for as long as I possibly could, for their sake (I do not go through all this Hell for myself. That point has come, and gone, a very long time ago). I hope that my loved ones will forgive me, and know that it is not for lack of love, that I want to leave them, but out of exhaustion and being tired of suffering. I wonder if Ramon's family have forgiven him, and have been able to move forward without him. I wonder how well, or poorly they coped with his death, despite knowing his wishes, and witnessing his suffering. I wonder if there is a heaven, and a God, if Ramon is there, beside him/her/it. I think if God exists, he/she/it will weigh the suffering, compassion, and generosity, of people like myself, and Ramon, and consider the amount of good a person has done, against the bad, and that a loving, all knowing God would forgive people, in our situation, for wanting to leave THIS life behind.
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Monday, March 28, 2011
Planning Ahead, Because You Never Know.
I've been doing a lot of research lately, and thinking about my wishes, in the event I get sick, and/or die. I realize this subject matter seems morbid, especially among my peers (people in their late 20's, early 30's), but after everything I've been through, I know how important it is to consider these types of things, and put your wishes down in writing. Reality is, life is unpredictable and it doesn't matter how young, or healthy you are, for life to take a drastic change. Spinal cord injuries, diseases (like MS, Parkinson's, ALS & Guillain-Barre), traumatic brain injuries, or tumors are all examples of things that can hit a person off guard, and severely change a person's life, practically overnight. I think once a person turns eighteen, everyone should seriously consider creating a living will.
Shortly after my accident (I was twenty-four), I needed help, to take care of all of my financial responsibilities, notifying my employer (I had a few weeks left of teaching, before summer break, and had lined up a bar tending job for the summer, which I was supposed to begin that following Tuesday), canceling a cosmetic procedure I had scheduled for the end of that month, breaking my lease, packing up my things, selling my car and closing down my apartment. Obviously, since I was an adult and unmarried at the time, I had to authorize someone to make decisions for me, and give them permission to handle all of my affairs. I chose to give power of attorney to my parents (dad & stepmom). They made a lot of choices, and did a lot of things that I was unpleased with. At the time, I was in no state to be fighting, was terrified, and in shock. My whole life that I had built, up until that point, came crumbling down, at lighting speed. It sent shockwaves through my entire family, and the burden of it all created a tremendous amount of stress, and grief for everyone involved. It created a ton of tension (putting it mildly) between my parents, myself, my boyfriend and my mother and my stepdad's family. Many horrible words were said, and tears were shed. To this day, it has created a wedge between me, and certain members of my family.
Although I'll never agree with many of the things my parents said and did, I do recognize that they were under an insane amount of pressure and put in an extremely awkward position, by having my life, literally dumped into their hands overnight. They had to process losing the daughter they always knew, and the realization that all my dreams would be shattered forever. They knew, as did I, that they were the only ones in the position to take care of everything that needed to be done, on top of maintaining the responsibilities of their own lives (house, jobs, bills, etc.). It was a horrible situation, for everyone involved. Looking back, I wish I would've thought about my wishes, quality of life, and have put those wishes in writing. My parents never asked for the burdens my accident created, and I never want to go through the heart ache and misery that I went through. They handled my affairs much differently than I would have, and it caused me a lot of additional suffering. That said, I think they did they best they could, at the time. Everyone deals with trauma differently, and I try to always remind myself that I backed them into a corner. Someone had to take care of it all, and as an adult, I couldn't just give POA to everyone close to me. They were my closest next of kin, that was capable of doing any of the big issues, that needed to get done. I never want to have to place that type of burden, on ANYONE, ever again. My life is my "mess."
I also don't ever want to be in the vulnerable position of having to have other people make decisions that greatly impact my life. I don't want to place the burden of making those heavy decisions on my loved ones, and put them in the position of guilt, or blame, because they do something wrong, or go against my wishes. I also don't want my loved ones to be in the dark, or possibly pitted against one another (which did happen) because they don't know what my wishes are, and have to guess, or wing it. If I had seriously thought about worst case scenarios, and had had a living will, and an emergency plan put in place, I could've avoided myself & my family A TON of heartache and drama. As for me, I could've spared myself the hell that living with paralysis has been. I could've died, back then, when I was still in ICU, running ridiculously high fevers, and hooked up to life support. Death would've been very easy then.
I clung onto life, the first year or so after my accident, out of fear, shame and ignorance. I was terrified by the thought of death, because I hadn't accepted the notion of my life never going back, to the way it was. I had false hope, and denial over the realities of my situation. I was also (still am) ashamed at my mistake, and how stupidly I'd destroyed my life, and ruined everything I had worked so hard to build. I think I was in a numb state, of grief and denial. Hope of a cure and belief in the power of my will helped me make it through the hospital and nursing home. Reality has set in for me, and this life is not a life I would've chosen, if I had TRULY believed what the doctors had told me. I just wanted so badly to fix my mistake, and make everything better again. I really thought if I tried hard enough, I could beat the odds, and be a miracle. In that respect, I've been a complete failure, to myself, and have never felt as though I have redeemed myself for all that my mistake took from me, and all the pain I put my loved ones through.
I've made many conscious efforts since then, to take control back over as much responsibility as I possibly can, and make arrangements so that the next time I go knocking at death's door, my family will have the least amount of burden possible, and I have the peace of mind, in knowing MY wishes will be carried out. There are people in my shoes (and worse) that find satisfaction with their lives, as quadriplegics. I don't. To each his own. Personally, I don't feel this is a quality life. There are certain measures, or extremes that I'm not willing to endure to sustain the life (not on top of my already difficult situation), like having a tracheotomy, or colostomy. I refuse to live that way, and have laid out the dos and don'ts, for when I can no longer speak for myself. I have a living will (which I think every adult should have), so none of my loved ones will ever have to guess, or stress, over making decisions that effect my quality of life. I have a last will & testament, so I know, the right people will get what I want them to get. There won't be any room for fighting, or debating, because I've laid everything out, regrinding my possessions, and what I want to happen with my remains.
We don't currently have a program in NJ, but several states have initiated POLST (Physician Orders for Life Sustaining Treatments) programs, where patients can work in conjunction with their physician, to create a plan of action, or non action, based on the patient's wishes. They can serve in conjunction with a living will, and clearly spell out issues like, feeding tubes, IV hydration, pain medications, and other life sustaining machinery and treatments. I think it's worthwhile for everyone to take the time to consider these types of issues, for themselves, and put them in writing. Living wills, and last will & testaments are easy to create, and relatively inexpensive. It is well worth the ten, or twenty minutes it takes to fill one out. You never know when you might need one, and it's better for you (and for the sake of your loved ones) to have one put in place in the event something happens, and you can't speak for yourself. It's also important to be able to discuss your wishes openly, with your loved ones and doctors. You should make sure you know your rights and simple documents, like living wills, POLSTs and last wills, can ensure your rights are protects, and your wishes are carried out. Food for thought.
Info on POLSTs- http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703327404576194942197661606.html?mod=WSJ_LifeStyle_Lifestyle_6
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Shortly after my accident (I was twenty-four), I needed help, to take care of all of my financial responsibilities, notifying my employer (I had a few weeks left of teaching, before summer break, and had lined up a bar tending job for the summer, which I was supposed to begin that following Tuesday), canceling a cosmetic procedure I had scheduled for the end of that month, breaking my lease, packing up my things, selling my car and closing down my apartment. Obviously, since I was an adult and unmarried at the time, I had to authorize someone to make decisions for me, and give them permission to handle all of my affairs. I chose to give power of attorney to my parents (dad & stepmom). They made a lot of choices, and did a lot of things that I was unpleased with. At the time, I was in no state to be fighting, was terrified, and in shock. My whole life that I had built, up until that point, came crumbling down, at lighting speed. It sent shockwaves through my entire family, and the burden of it all created a tremendous amount of stress, and grief for everyone involved. It created a ton of tension (putting it mildly) between my parents, myself, my boyfriend and my mother and my stepdad's family. Many horrible words were said, and tears were shed. To this day, it has created a wedge between me, and certain members of my family.
Although I'll never agree with many of the things my parents said and did, I do recognize that they were under an insane amount of pressure and put in an extremely awkward position, by having my life, literally dumped into their hands overnight. They had to process losing the daughter they always knew, and the realization that all my dreams would be shattered forever. They knew, as did I, that they were the only ones in the position to take care of everything that needed to be done, on top of maintaining the responsibilities of their own lives (house, jobs, bills, etc.). It was a horrible situation, for everyone involved. Looking back, I wish I would've thought about my wishes, quality of life, and have put those wishes in writing. My parents never asked for the burdens my accident created, and I never want to go through the heart ache and misery that I went through. They handled my affairs much differently than I would have, and it caused me a lot of additional suffering. That said, I think they did they best they could, at the time. Everyone deals with trauma differently, and I try to always remind myself that I backed them into a corner. Someone had to take care of it all, and as an adult, I couldn't just give POA to everyone close to me. They were my closest next of kin, that was capable of doing any of the big issues, that needed to get done. I never want to have to place that type of burden, on ANYONE, ever again. My life is my "mess."
I also don't ever want to be in the vulnerable position of having to have other people make decisions that greatly impact my life. I don't want to place the burden of making those heavy decisions on my loved ones, and put them in the position of guilt, or blame, because they do something wrong, or go against my wishes. I also don't want my loved ones to be in the dark, or possibly pitted against one another (which did happen) because they don't know what my wishes are, and have to guess, or wing it. If I had seriously thought about worst case scenarios, and had had a living will, and an emergency plan put in place, I could've avoided myself & my family A TON of heartache and drama. As for me, I could've spared myself the hell that living with paralysis has been. I could've died, back then, when I was still in ICU, running ridiculously high fevers, and hooked up to life support. Death would've been very easy then.
I clung onto life, the first year or so after my accident, out of fear, shame and ignorance. I was terrified by the thought of death, because I hadn't accepted the notion of my life never going back, to the way it was. I had false hope, and denial over the realities of my situation. I was also (still am) ashamed at my mistake, and how stupidly I'd destroyed my life, and ruined everything I had worked so hard to build. I think I was in a numb state, of grief and denial. Hope of a cure and belief in the power of my will helped me make it through the hospital and nursing home. Reality has set in for me, and this life is not a life I would've chosen, if I had TRULY believed what the doctors had told me. I just wanted so badly to fix my mistake, and make everything better again. I really thought if I tried hard enough, I could beat the odds, and be a miracle. In that respect, I've been a complete failure, to myself, and have never felt as though I have redeemed myself for all that my mistake took from me, and all the pain I put my loved ones through.
I've made many conscious efforts since then, to take control back over as much responsibility as I possibly can, and make arrangements so that the next time I go knocking at death's door, my family will have the least amount of burden possible, and I have the peace of mind, in knowing MY wishes will be carried out. There are people in my shoes (and worse) that find satisfaction with their lives, as quadriplegics. I don't. To each his own. Personally, I don't feel this is a quality life. There are certain measures, or extremes that I'm not willing to endure to sustain the life (not on top of my already difficult situation), like having a tracheotomy, or colostomy. I refuse to live that way, and have laid out the dos and don'ts, for when I can no longer speak for myself. I have a living will (which I think every adult should have), so none of my loved ones will ever have to guess, or stress, over making decisions that effect my quality of life. I have a last will & testament, so I know, the right people will get what I want them to get. There won't be any room for fighting, or debating, because I've laid everything out, regrinding my possessions, and what I want to happen with my remains.
We don't currently have a program in NJ, but several states have initiated POLST (Physician Orders for Life Sustaining Treatments) programs, where patients can work in conjunction with their physician, to create a plan of action, or non action, based on the patient's wishes. They can serve in conjunction with a living will, and clearly spell out issues like, feeding tubes, IV hydration, pain medications, and other life sustaining machinery and treatments. I think it's worthwhile for everyone to take the time to consider these types of issues, for themselves, and put them in writing. Living wills, and last will & testaments are easy to create, and relatively inexpensive. It is well worth the ten, or twenty minutes it takes to fill one out. You never know when you might need one, and it's better for you (and for the sake of your loved ones) to have one put in place in the event something happens, and you can't speak for yourself. It's also important to be able to discuss your wishes openly, with your loved ones and doctors. You should make sure you know your rights and simple documents, like living wills, POLSTs and last wills, can ensure your rights are protects, and your wishes are carried out. Food for thought.
Info on POLSTs- http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703327404576194942197661606.html?mod=WSJ_LifeStyle_Lifestyle_6
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Autonomic Dysreflexia, or Not Autonomic Dysreflexia?
I have a C4/C5 complete injury, since June 2005. I suffer from autonomic dysreflexia symptoms A LOT. I deal with cold sweats, and chills on a daily basis. For the past two years, I've been suffering from this mystery chest pain/pressure. My doctors have done numerous tests, always ruling stuff out, but never coming up with any concrete answers besides, "it's probably neurological." No DUH?! Ya think? They've taken blood, X-rays, CAT scans, an EKG, ultrasounds and sonograms. My heart and lungs results always show as fine. I do have a history of DVTs (deep vien thrombosis-aka blood clots) in my left leg, which is common, and we (my doctors & I) decided against keeping me on blood thinners, since I have a filter, already in place to prevent clots from reaching my heart, or brain. All of my major organs, including my gallbladder have showed up as norma. With the exception of anemia, and the obvious, paralysis, every tests my doctors have given me come back "norma." So, I can't help but wonder if it's all just "normal," for someone in my condition.
The thing is, in order for these symptoms to be classified as autonomic dysreflexia, I thought there had to be an accompanying rise in blood pressure. Most of the time, my blood pressure & heart rate are fine. Yet I feel like I have the flu, almost constantly. I realize that some of my symptoms mimic having an UTI, but come on, can I really ALWAYS have a UTI? Since I have a supra pubic catheter, there's always a certain amount of bacteria in my urine. It seems almost impossible, to ever know for sure, what's wrong. I feel like UTI ends up being the scapegoat diagnosis, for all my problems, and the doctors way of getting around saying, "I have no clue." That's not to say my doctors are "bad," or don't know what they're doing. I've been to specialists, and the thing is, they can only do so much. They have to base their diagnosis, on my descriptions, which are of secondary, seemingly random symptoms. I'm sure it's as equally as frustrating for them, when they can't provide me any relief, or figure out the source of my symptoms.
I try to avoid antibiotics. They reek havoc on my bowel program, not to mention, constantly taking them, just breeds stronger bugs. My doctor & I have come up with a few possible reasons for all of my "sick" symptoms, that include: hemorrhoids, stomach ulcers, and gas. The symptoms vary, slightly, from day, to day, but I suffer from at least a couple, EVERY DAY. The chest pressure builds up randomly (I haven't been able to correlate a direct link to food, or time of day) and subsides a LITTLE when I lay down, versus sitting up. The fact that the pressure is usually worse when I'm sitting up, it makes sense that it could be hemorrhoids, since that's when there's more weight being distributed to my bottom. The other batch of symptoms I get include: cold sweats, chills, phantom sensations in my legs and feet, this odd, gross tingly sensation, all throughout my body, fevers and aches. I usually chalk them up to AD, but like I said earlier, my blood pressure is often low, or normal, while I'm experiencing these symptoms. My question is, are these symptoms really AD, or just freak neurological impulses, thanks to my screwed up spinal cord? I've experienced classic AD symptoms, like profuse sweating, goosebumps, and killer headaches, when my catheter has been blocked. In these instances, my blood pressure definitely did spike, and decrease, once the obstruction was cleared. I think the gas theory makes sense, since it's pain I can't feel, but I've tried products like Gas-Ex & Beano, and never get any relief. My diet is full of veggies, and fiber. It doesn't vary that much. I take the same dose of BP related meds, every day, and have BP every other day, so it's not like constipation is the cause. I do notice the cold sweats and goosebumps during BP, but figure that makes sense, since the stimulation is directly agitating the hemorrhoids. It's a vicious cycle, with the only solution, being a colostomy bag. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, I will absolutely not consider getting a colostomy.
I take Pepcid for my stomach, so that should theoretically help with all the medication I take. If it is always gas that's the culprit, what can I do, besides what I'm already doing? I use topical treatments, and suppositories for the hemorrhoids, but considering I have to have a BP, I'm wondering if there's any other remedies, I haven't tried. I know from reading things online, that hemorrhoids, are quite common, among spinal cord injury patients. I'm wondering if anyone else, in my similar situation experiencing similar symptoms, due to hemorrhoids.
Other than the hemorrhoids, I have noticed a correlation to my period and feeling sick. When I was first injured, I didn't know I had my period, unless my caregivers told me. These past couple of years, I consistently run fevers, have cold sweats and aches, around the week of my period. I'm wondering if this is "normal" among women, with high level spinal cord injuries. I'm also curious, if perhaps I'm experiencing stomach cramping, that I can't feel, and that my brain is interpreting it as these AD like symptoms, even though my blood pressure isn't effected. I had a recent GYN exam, and everything was fine, but it HAS to be more than coincidence that my flu like symptoms increase like clock work, every month. My aunt suggested that I go on one of the birth control pills, that limits the number of periods you have, to a few times a year. The only problem with that idea, is that I'm worried about the possible weight gain, that taking birth control pills tend to cause. I watch my weight carefully. Considering I have little, to no functional movement, that also means having no means of exercising, to shed extra pounds. I already count calories, so I'm very hesitant to risk taking something, that may very well, make matters worse, or not help at all. I don't know many women with high level spinal cord injuries, but am hoping that someone might read this, and be able share their insight, about how their menstrual cycle has changed, or caused AD, since their injury. I never had much complaints, with cramping, or PMS, when I was on my feet. Now, I can't even feel my period. I just know I feel worse than usual, when I have it. I don't know if it's just a change based on aging, or something related to my injury. It's so hard finding concrete solutions, and/or answers.
The fevers and chills are the worst, of all the symptoms. The fevers I get usually start around dinner time, and last well into the early morning (2-4am). I've read that the onset of fevers, later in the day is common. I'm wondering why that is, and if it's just my body's way of expressing exhaustion. I almost always know when I have a fever, because I start to feel extreme fatigue. As soon as I start feeling tired, I usually ask someone to take my temp and I'm almost always right. The fevers are low grade, usually ranging between 99-100.5 degrees Fahrenheit. The weirdest (and most frustrating) aspect of my near daily fevers, is that they don't subside easily. I almost always take Tylenol, or ibuprofen, and lately, not only do the fevers NOT drop, they've actually INCREASED. I'm not sure how else to combat the problem, besides taking pills, and having someone place cool rags on my forehead. It's exasperating, having fevers so often, and having no obvious cause, or solution. Almost every night I start off uncomfortable, with just a sheet covering me, my fan on, and I toss and turn my head, because the discomfort prevents me from falling asleep. Some time during the night, once I've finally fallen asleep, my body cools down. By the morning, I've usually switched over to freezing, and have to have a heavy comforter on me. It's a horribly, redundant, annoying pattern. I know people with high level spinal cord injuries are extra sensitive to ambient temperature. I'm wondering if other people with high level injuries suffer from fevers, as often as I do, and if so, what theories they might have regarding causes/solutions.
Whether or not my chronic "illness" is caused by AD, or not, I'm just trying to see if anyone else out there is experiencing similar symptoms, and if so, if they've found anything for relief, that I haven't already tried. I'm constantly battling depression, and anxiety over all the loss and trauma that my paralysis has caused. Although I'm seeing a therapist, and take several medications, to help cope with the psychological impact that paralysis has had on me, it's extraordinarily hard finding joy, when I'm constantly feeling physically sick. If I could alleviate some of the physical discomfort, it would certainly have a positive effect on my mood, and make it easier to find reasons to move forward. Honestly, I feel as though (based on experience in dealing with doctors, and knowing my body) most of the discomfort is rooted in my spinal cord injury's, overall impact on my body, and the natural progression of time, given the insane amount of change and stress, my body has physically gone through.
Bowel program alone, seems to cause as much discomfort, as it causes. Unfortunately, it''s something I HAVE to have, in order to keep me alive. Obviously (besides the birth control option), there's nothing I can do about having a period. So really, I'm just trying to pin point what is causing what, and find out if there are other people out there, experiencing similar symptoms. From a medical perspective, I'm curious to know if fluctuating blood pressure, is the only qualifying characteristic to tell for sure if a symptom is AD related, or not. I often feel like my injury has condemned me to a life a chronic illness, that is just part of living with paralysis. Living this way, is certainly not normal. I have to rely on bp, medications and being dependent on others, just to stay alive. Those three things are a given, based on my condition. Having no cure in sight, makes the thought of having to live this way forever, seem hopeless. Every year, I seem to get physically worse, and therefore feel emotionally more desperate to escape. I want to know if all that I go through, is REALLY just TYPICAL, given my injury, or if it's just me. Any suggestions, shared experiences, feedback and/or ideas would be greatly appreciated!
The thing is, in order for these symptoms to be classified as autonomic dysreflexia, I thought there had to be an accompanying rise in blood pressure. Most of the time, my blood pressure & heart rate are fine. Yet I feel like I have the flu, almost constantly. I realize that some of my symptoms mimic having an UTI, but come on, can I really ALWAYS have a UTI? Since I have a supra pubic catheter, there's always a certain amount of bacteria in my urine. It seems almost impossible, to ever know for sure, what's wrong. I feel like UTI ends up being the scapegoat diagnosis, for all my problems, and the doctors way of getting around saying, "I have no clue." That's not to say my doctors are "bad," or don't know what they're doing. I've been to specialists, and the thing is, they can only do so much. They have to base their diagnosis, on my descriptions, which are of secondary, seemingly random symptoms. I'm sure it's as equally as frustrating for them, when they can't provide me any relief, or figure out the source of my symptoms.
I try to avoid antibiotics. They reek havoc on my bowel program, not to mention, constantly taking them, just breeds stronger bugs. My doctor & I have come up with a few possible reasons for all of my "sick" symptoms, that include: hemorrhoids, stomach ulcers, and gas. The symptoms vary, slightly, from day, to day, but I suffer from at least a couple, EVERY DAY. The chest pressure builds up randomly (I haven't been able to correlate a direct link to food, or time of day) and subsides a LITTLE when I lay down, versus sitting up. The fact that the pressure is usually worse when I'm sitting up, it makes sense that it could be hemorrhoids, since that's when there's more weight being distributed to my bottom. The other batch of symptoms I get include: cold sweats, chills, phantom sensations in my legs and feet, this odd, gross tingly sensation, all throughout my body, fevers and aches. I usually chalk them up to AD, but like I said earlier, my blood pressure is often low, or normal, while I'm experiencing these symptoms. My question is, are these symptoms really AD, or just freak neurological impulses, thanks to my screwed up spinal cord? I've experienced classic AD symptoms, like profuse sweating, goosebumps, and killer headaches, when my catheter has been blocked. In these instances, my blood pressure definitely did spike, and decrease, once the obstruction was cleared. I think the gas theory makes sense, since it's pain I can't feel, but I've tried products like Gas-Ex & Beano, and never get any relief. My diet is full of veggies, and fiber. It doesn't vary that much. I take the same dose of BP related meds, every day, and have BP every other day, so it's not like constipation is the cause. I do notice the cold sweats and goosebumps during BP, but figure that makes sense, since the stimulation is directly agitating the hemorrhoids. It's a vicious cycle, with the only solution, being a colostomy bag. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, I will absolutely not consider getting a colostomy.
I take Pepcid for my stomach, so that should theoretically help with all the medication I take. If it is always gas that's the culprit, what can I do, besides what I'm already doing? I use topical treatments, and suppositories for the hemorrhoids, but considering I have to have a BP, I'm wondering if there's any other remedies, I haven't tried. I know from reading things online, that hemorrhoids, are quite common, among spinal cord injury patients. I'm wondering if anyone else, in my similar situation experiencing similar symptoms, due to hemorrhoids.
Other than the hemorrhoids, I have noticed a correlation to my period and feeling sick. When I was first injured, I didn't know I had my period, unless my caregivers told me. These past couple of years, I consistently run fevers, have cold sweats and aches, around the week of my period. I'm wondering if this is "normal" among women, with high level spinal cord injuries. I'm also curious, if perhaps I'm experiencing stomach cramping, that I can't feel, and that my brain is interpreting it as these AD like symptoms, even though my blood pressure isn't effected. I had a recent GYN exam, and everything was fine, but it HAS to be more than coincidence that my flu like symptoms increase like clock work, every month. My aunt suggested that I go on one of the birth control pills, that limits the number of periods you have, to a few times a year. The only problem with that idea, is that I'm worried about the possible weight gain, that taking birth control pills tend to cause. I watch my weight carefully. Considering I have little, to no functional movement, that also means having no means of exercising, to shed extra pounds. I already count calories, so I'm very hesitant to risk taking something, that may very well, make matters worse, or not help at all. I don't know many women with high level spinal cord injuries, but am hoping that someone might read this, and be able share their insight, about how their menstrual cycle has changed, or caused AD, since their injury. I never had much complaints, with cramping, or PMS, when I was on my feet. Now, I can't even feel my period. I just know I feel worse than usual, when I have it. I don't know if it's just a change based on aging, or something related to my injury. It's so hard finding concrete solutions, and/or answers.
The fevers and chills are the worst, of all the symptoms. The fevers I get usually start around dinner time, and last well into the early morning (2-4am). I've read that the onset of fevers, later in the day is common. I'm wondering why that is, and if it's just my body's way of expressing exhaustion. I almost always know when I have a fever, because I start to feel extreme fatigue. As soon as I start feeling tired, I usually ask someone to take my temp and I'm almost always right. The fevers are low grade, usually ranging between 99-100.5 degrees Fahrenheit. The weirdest (and most frustrating) aspect of my near daily fevers, is that they don't subside easily. I almost always take Tylenol, or ibuprofen, and lately, not only do the fevers NOT drop, they've actually INCREASED. I'm not sure how else to combat the problem, besides taking pills, and having someone place cool rags on my forehead. It's exasperating, having fevers so often, and having no obvious cause, or solution. Almost every night I start off uncomfortable, with just a sheet covering me, my fan on, and I toss and turn my head, because the discomfort prevents me from falling asleep. Some time during the night, once I've finally fallen asleep, my body cools down. By the morning, I've usually switched over to freezing, and have to have a heavy comforter on me. It's a horribly, redundant, annoying pattern. I know people with high level spinal cord injuries are extra sensitive to ambient temperature. I'm wondering if other people with high level injuries suffer from fevers, as often as I do, and if so, what theories they might have regarding causes/solutions.
Whether or not my chronic "illness" is caused by AD, or not, I'm just trying to see if anyone else out there is experiencing similar symptoms, and if so, if they've found anything for relief, that I haven't already tried. I'm constantly battling depression, and anxiety over all the loss and trauma that my paralysis has caused. Although I'm seeing a therapist, and take several medications, to help cope with the psychological impact that paralysis has had on me, it's extraordinarily hard finding joy, when I'm constantly feeling physically sick. If I could alleviate some of the physical discomfort, it would certainly have a positive effect on my mood, and make it easier to find reasons to move forward. Honestly, I feel as though (based on experience in dealing with doctors, and knowing my body) most of the discomfort is rooted in my spinal cord injury's, overall impact on my body, and the natural progression of time, given the insane amount of change and stress, my body has physically gone through.
Bowel program alone, seems to cause as much discomfort, as it causes. Unfortunately, it''s something I HAVE to have, in order to keep me alive. Obviously (besides the birth control option), there's nothing I can do about having a period. So really, I'm just trying to pin point what is causing what, and find out if there are other people out there, experiencing similar symptoms. From a medical perspective, I'm curious to know if fluctuating blood pressure, is the only qualifying characteristic to tell for sure if a symptom is AD related, or not. I often feel like my injury has condemned me to a life a chronic illness, that is just part of living with paralysis. Living this way, is certainly not normal. I have to rely on bp, medications and being dependent on others, just to stay alive. Those three things are a given, based on my condition. Having no cure in sight, makes the thought of having to live this way forever, seem hopeless. Every year, I seem to get physically worse, and therefore feel emotionally more desperate to escape. I want to know if all that I go through, is REALLY just TYPICAL, given my injury, or if it's just me. Any suggestions, shared experiences, feedback and/or ideas would be greatly appreciated!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Gaming By Mouth
I'm quadriplegic (C4/C5 complete) due to a swimming accident in 2005. Before my injury, one of my favorite hobbies was playing video games. I'm thirty, and have been a gamer practically my entire life. The first gaming system I ever owned was a color computer, that hooked up to the TV and used huge eight track like cartridges. This was back around my kindergarten days, and I can remember using a simple joystick to play the Sesame Street educational games and a face maker game that I had for the system. My dad's a computer programmer. He had built his own hard drive at the time (1985), as well as owning an Amiga computer. I can remember being one of the only kids with a computer at home, in those days. We even had a color printer, with the old fashioned style paper, that had the holes down both sides & the perforated edges.
I remember learning "Basic" language in school, and using actual floppy (6 inch, skinny, floppy & square) disks to store our information. My second computer was a Comodore 64, which my brother handed down to me. TheComodore used floppy disks and Basic commands to "run" each game. It used simple joysticks to play the games, with one button. Some of my favorite games were: Quix, Friday the 13, Mission Impossible, B.C. Quest for Tires, Up & Down and Apple Cider Spider. At the time, my brother had the original NES. Both systems had hundreds of eight bit titles. Between the two of us we had dozens of games for each system. I can remember my best friend and I playing video games for hours! Growing up my friends and I also played outside a lot, played board games and with toys. Although we liked video games, our time glued in front of the television was more well balanced than it is for most kids today.
By the time my brother gave me his NES (around 1990), most of friends had one too. I fell in love with many of the Nintendo characters (Mario Bros., Yoshi, Toad, Princess Toadstool, Kirby & Zelda), and have been a loyal customer and fan ever since. When Super Nintento came out, my parents refused to buy it. I saved up my two dollar a week allowance and bought it for myself. I remember being so proud going to ToysRUs and handing over my huge wad of singles! SNES was a 16 bit console with a four button controller. It's funny, looking back, at how amazed I was by the graphics. I can actually remember saying how "real"' the graphics looked, which seems silly, compared to today's graphics. SNES remains to be my favorite console of all time, with some of my most loved games: Earthbound, Zelda: A Link to the Past, Super Mario World, Super Mario RPG, Tetris vs. Dr. Mario, Mario Kart, Bubsy and Donkey Kong Country. I've owned almost every Nintendo gaming system and/or handheld, with the exception of the most current system, the Wii.
At the time of my accident I had the three most current gaming systems at my apartment (I owned Gamecube & Xbox and my ex-boyfriend owned Playstation 2). I enjoyed playing games by myself and with friends in my spare time. In fact, the night of my accident I had been playing my Gameboy Advanced SP, just hours before I was injured. Gaming has been a favorite pastime practically my entire life. Despite my disability, I continue to enjoy gaming, by playing games with a mouth-stick.
Last year, I read about an amazing paralyzed professional gamer, named Randy that plays with his chin and mouth. Like me, Randy has been a gamer almost his entire life. Unlike me, Randy was born with his disability, and has only ever played by chin & mouth. Being a fellow gamer, and having had the experience of gaming with two hands, versus playing by mouth, I'm completely blown away by Randy's level of skill and the complexity of the controllers he uses. I consider myself to be a pretty good gamer, but certainly not good enough to go toe to toe, or in mine & Randy's case, mouth to hand, versus professional gamers. I'm in total awe of his amazing skill! "I'm not worthy" *bows head* LOL!
Personally, not being able to use my hands limits me to certain type of games. Given the fact that I can't hit multiple buttons at once (using a mouth-stick), I can no longer play most console games. The modern controllers have way too buttons and the games rely on complicated combinations. The way Randy plays is a bit too much work for me. I'm satisfied with the balance and selection of games I've found. The mouth-stick I use to type and use the computer is about twelve inches in length, with a plastic mouth piece and rubber tip (like a pencil eraser). Most of the PC games I play rely solely on the mouse (I use a trackball style mouse. The rubber tip of my stick makes rolling the ball easy). I use built in short cuts, like "sticky keys" and "click lock" in the control panel settings, to allow me to be able to drop, drag and highlight.
I started using a mouth-stick to play video games during my stay in a nursing home (2005-2007). A buddy of mine turned me on to a MMORPG (Massivly Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game- other examples include: World of Warcraft, EverQuest & Guild Wars) called Maple Story. For those of you not familiar with MMORPGs, they are games in which you create a character/avatar, usually a specific class within the game, in which you play with other people, in real time. They are like virtual worlds, where you can explore, form guilds, complete quests, chat, and play with friends, or people you meet within the game. They usually have loose story lines, that allow you to have freedom to play the game how you want. In fact, quite often people end up meeting up in the game just to chat & socialize with fellow players. I've met a lot of nice people, over the years playing Maple Story and even met a few of them in person (My friend Naama-aka Jane-stayed with me and went to one of my exhibits, back in 2009, traveling all the way from Israel).
As cheesy as it might sound, playing Maple Story contributed greatly to me being able to survive my stay in the nursing home, and keep my sanity. For starters, the style of the game is a classic side scroller, that uses the keyboard for controls. Allowing for customization of commands, let me arrange my keyboard so that I can hit the "jump" & arrow keys at the same time. The graphics are very animesc (I just invented that word) and reminiscent of many of my favorite Nintendo games. The whole look and feel of Maple Story fit right in with my tastes and playing gave me a much needed escape from the harsh realities of my life. Being able to socialize, and vent to real people, also helped to keep me distracted and helped keep me from becoming totally withdrawn and depressed. In the Maple Story universe, I don't look any different, from anyone else. When I meet people in the game, they have no clue that I'm playing by mouth, unless I tell them. As insignificant as that might seem, the fact that I could blend in and feel "normal" again, helped give me a confidence boost to be more social, and interact with people. Having been able bodied for the first twenty four years of my life, my disability brings with it a huge amount of body image issues, and I struggle a lot with how different I look in appearance, since my accident. To have the luxury of not standing out, actually made it easier to break the ice and talk about my injury, and my disability (in the article about Randy, it mentions him having similar feelings and about the sense of freedom that he feels, while gaming). It makes me feel good to be able to keep up and compete with my able bodied peers, within the game. Everyone I meet is always stunned and surprised when I tell them I'm paralyzed. It's hard for the average person to imagine how it is that I can type so fast, and how well I play the game. I usually jokingly say, "you should've seen me when I could use my hands!" I can only imagine how amazing a gifted player like Randy would be, if it were not for his disability.
Like I said earlier, for the most part, on the PC I stick to games that only require a mouse to play. There are tons of games that fall into this category, including many of the popular social networking connected games, likeFarmville, Bejeweled and SPP Super Poke Pets. My favorite genres include, hidden object (like Huntsville Mysteries), match three (like Jewel Quest), and simulation (like The Sims). Many of the games I play are for free, with optional features for purchase. Another great invention (besides the trackball mouse- which stays stationary, and requires you to move just the ball, instead of the entire mouse) that has widened the selection of games I can play, has been the touch screen. There are two types of touch screens, pressure and capacitive. I have games for both. The Nintendo DS uses a pressure based touchscreen, on which I use a knitting needle, attached to the end of a traditional mouth-stick. The hand held system comes with a small plastic stylus, however it's way too short & thin for me to use. The knitting needle tip, mimics the stylus tip and gives me the same amount of accuracy. I have over thirty games for my DS, that for the most part, rely totally on the stylus and don't require pushing any buttons (some have annoying microphone or button requirements, that I basically ignore, or get help with, if I can't, but that don't hinder overall game play).
The iPad uses a capacitive touchscreen, which uses the electricity in our bodies (literal touch) to work. Given the fact that my hands no longer work, I use a special stylus (called a Pogo) attached to the end of a mouth stick, which mimics touch. The capacitive fibers wear down over time, and need to be replaced, depending on how much you use them. There are tons of games available for purchase (many have "lite" version for free, to test games out) in the Apple apps store. As an artist, I also use my iPad to create digital art, in addition to using it for writing, reading and gaming. My iPad is almost as versatile as my PC, and I love the fact that I can sketch and create art on it. As far as the games go, the graphics and sound on the iPad are superior to that of the DS, and uses a much larger touch screen surface.
Below I've listed some of my favorite game titles/gaming websites, for each platform:
PC-
1. Maple Story MMORPG- http://maplestory.nexon.net/
2. Farmville- http://www.farmville.com/
3. SPP SuperPoke Pets! https://secure.superpokepets.com/spp/login
4. Big Fish Games- You can download & pay per game, or pay a subscription for full games. I enjoy playing "match 3" games & "hidden object" games. I enjoy: Huntsville Mysteries, Bookworm, Asami's Sushi Shop, Fishdom, Puzzle Quest 2 & 7 Wonders. All the titles I listed are mouse driven. http://www.bigfishgames.com
5. The Sims Series- http://thesims.ea.com/
6. Spore- http://www.spore.com
Nintendo DS-
1. Animal Crossing: Wild World- http://ds.ign.com/articles/673/673671p1.html
2. Mario vs. Donkey Kong series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/113/1134070p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/735/735297p1.html
3. Final Fantasy IV- http://ds.ign.com/articles/887/887583p1.html
4. Final Fantasy: The 4 Heroes of Light- http://ds.ign.com/articles/112/1125729p1.html
5. The Cooking with Mama series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/733/733555p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/837/837283p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/103/1038659p1.html
6. Disney Princess: Magical Jewels- http://ds.ign.com/articles/831/831424p1.html
7. The Professor Layton Mystery series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/851/851856p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/101/1017161p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/111/1119632p1.html
8. Chrono Trigger- http://ds.ign.com/articles/932/932438p1.html
9. Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon- http://ds.ign.com/articles/954/954421p1.html
10. Wario's Warehouse series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/587/587217p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/107/1079712p1.html
11. Brain Age series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/702/702057p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/813/813780p1.html
12. Dragon Quest IX: Sentinels of the Starry Sky- http://ds.ign.com/articles/110/1104879p1.html
13. The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hour Glass (was very disappointed that Zelda: Spirit Tracks uses a button/stylus combo)- http://ds.ign.com/articles/822/822825p1.html
14. Pokemon Diamond (have to use buttons, but it is a turned based RPG, which makes that doable)- http://ds.ign.com/articles/782/782443p1.html
15. Yoshi Touch & Go- http://ds.ign.com/articles/595/595523p1.html
16. Age of Empires Mythologies- http://ds.ign.com/articles/933/933525p1.html
17. Harvest Moon DS Cute- http://ds.ign.com/articles/864/864320p1.html
18. Ninjatown- http://ds.ign.com/articles/924/924068p1.html
19. Gardening Mama- http://ds.ign.com/articles/969/969213p1.html
iPad-
1. Final Fantasy- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/final-fantasy/id354972939?mt=8
2. Crystal Defenders- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/crystal-defenders-for-ipad/id379052382?mt=8
3. Chaos Rings- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/chaos-rings-for-ipad/id384090103?mt=8
4. Puzzle Quest- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/puzzle-quest-hd/id398190768?mt=8
5. Color Cross HD- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/color-cross-hd/id383300986?mt=8
6. Jewel Quest Mysteries: Curse of the Emerald Tear- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/jewel-quest-mysteries-curse/id337188077?mt=8
7. Chop Chop Ninja- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/chop-chop-ninja/id346877580?mt=8
8. Angry Birds series- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/angry-birds/id343200656?mt=8
9. Smiles HD- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/smiles-hd/id364871736?mt=8
Related Info:
1. Article about Randy- http://www.asylum.com/2010/04/13/amazing-pro-gamer-nom4d-plays-with-just-his-lips-and-chin/
2. Randy's YouTube channel- http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRealN0M4D
3. Video demo of me using my iPad (with Pogo stylus)- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H85Lb8Pyu9U&feature=youtube_gdata_player
I remember learning "Basic" language in school, and using actual floppy (6 inch, skinny, floppy & square) disks to store our information. My second computer was a Comodore 64, which my brother handed down to me. TheComodore used floppy disks and Basic commands to "run" each game. It used simple joysticks to play the games, with one button. Some of my favorite games were: Quix, Friday the 13, Mission Impossible, B.C. Quest for Tires, Up & Down and Apple Cider Spider. At the time, my brother had the original NES. Both systems had hundreds of eight bit titles. Between the two of us we had dozens of games for each system. I can remember my best friend and I playing video games for hours! Growing up my friends and I also played outside a lot, played board games and with toys. Although we liked video games, our time glued in front of the television was more well balanced than it is for most kids today.
By the time my brother gave me his NES (around 1990), most of friends had one too. I fell in love with many of the Nintendo characters (Mario Bros., Yoshi, Toad, Princess Toadstool, Kirby & Zelda), and have been a loyal customer and fan ever since. When Super Nintento came out, my parents refused to buy it. I saved up my two dollar a week allowance and bought it for myself. I remember being so proud going to ToysRUs and handing over my huge wad of singles! SNES was a 16 bit console with a four button controller. It's funny, looking back, at how amazed I was by the graphics. I can actually remember saying how "real"' the graphics looked, which seems silly, compared to today's graphics. SNES remains to be my favorite console of all time, with some of my most loved games: Earthbound, Zelda: A Link to the Past, Super Mario World, Super Mario RPG, Tetris vs. Dr. Mario, Mario Kart, Bubsy and Donkey Kong Country. I've owned almost every Nintendo gaming system and/or handheld, with the exception of the most current system, the Wii.
At the time of my accident I had the three most current gaming systems at my apartment (I owned Gamecube & Xbox and my ex-boyfriend owned Playstation 2). I enjoyed playing games by myself and with friends in my spare time. In fact, the night of my accident I had been playing my Gameboy Advanced SP, just hours before I was injured. Gaming has been a favorite pastime practically my entire life. Despite my disability, I continue to enjoy gaming, by playing games with a mouth-stick.
Last year, I read about an amazing paralyzed professional gamer, named Randy that plays with his chin and mouth. Like me, Randy has been a gamer almost his entire life. Unlike me, Randy was born with his disability, and has only ever played by chin & mouth. Being a fellow gamer, and having had the experience of gaming with two hands, versus playing by mouth, I'm completely blown away by Randy's level of skill and the complexity of the controllers he uses. I consider myself to be a pretty good gamer, but certainly not good enough to go toe to toe, or in mine & Randy's case, mouth to hand, versus professional gamers. I'm in total awe of his amazing skill! "I'm not worthy" *bows head* LOL!
Personally, not being able to use my hands limits me to certain type of games. Given the fact that I can't hit multiple buttons at once (using a mouth-stick), I can no longer play most console games. The modern controllers have way too buttons and the games rely on complicated combinations. The way Randy plays is a bit too much work for me. I'm satisfied with the balance and selection of games I've found. The mouth-stick I use to type and use the computer is about twelve inches in length, with a plastic mouth piece and rubber tip (like a pencil eraser). Most of the PC games I play rely solely on the mouse (I use a trackball style mouse. The rubber tip of my stick makes rolling the ball easy). I use built in short cuts, like "sticky keys" and "click lock" in the control panel settings, to allow me to be able to drop, drag and highlight.
I started using a mouth-stick to play video games during my stay in a nursing home (2005-2007). A buddy of mine turned me on to a MMORPG (Massivly Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game- other examples include: World of Warcraft, EverQuest & Guild Wars) called Maple Story. For those of you not familiar with MMORPGs, they are games in which you create a character/avatar, usually a specific class within the game, in which you play with other people, in real time. They are like virtual worlds, where you can explore, form guilds, complete quests, chat, and play with friends, or people you meet within the game. They usually have loose story lines, that allow you to have freedom to play the game how you want. In fact, quite often people end up meeting up in the game just to chat & socialize with fellow players. I've met a lot of nice people, over the years playing Maple Story and even met a few of them in person (My friend Naama-aka Jane-stayed with me and went to one of my exhibits, back in 2009, traveling all the way from Israel).
As cheesy as it might sound, playing Maple Story contributed greatly to me being able to survive my stay in the nursing home, and keep my sanity. For starters, the style of the game is a classic side scroller, that uses the keyboard for controls. Allowing for customization of commands, let me arrange my keyboard so that I can hit the "jump" & arrow keys at the same time. The graphics are very animesc (I just invented that word) and reminiscent of many of my favorite Nintendo games. The whole look and feel of Maple Story fit right in with my tastes and playing gave me a much needed escape from the harsh realities of my life. Being able to socialize, and vent to real people, also helped to keep me distracted and helped keep me from becoming totally withdrawn and depressed. In the Maple Story universe, I don't look any different, from anyone else. When I meet people in the game, they have no clue that I'm playing by mouth, unless I tell them. As insignificant as that might seem, the fact that I could blend in and feel "normal" again, helped give me a confidence boost to be more social, and interact with people. Having been able bodied for the first twenty four years of my life, my disability brings with it a huge amount of body image issues, and I struggle a lot with how different I look in appearance, since my accident. To have the luxury of not standing out, actually made it easier to break the ice and talk about my injury, and my disability (in the article about Randy, it mentions him having similar feelings and about the sense of freedom that he feels, while gaming). It makes me feel good to be able to keep up and compete with my able bodied peers, within the game. Everyone I meet is always stunned and surprised when I tell them I'm paralyzed. It's hard for the average person to imagine how it is that I can type so fast, and how well I play the game. I usually jokingly say, "you should've seen me when I could use my hands!" I can only imagine how amazing a gifted player like Randy would be, if it were not for his disability.
Like I said earlier, for the most part, on the PC I stick to games that only require a mouse to play. There are tons of games that fall into this category, including many of the popular social networking connected games, likeFarmville, Bejeweled and SPP Super Poke Pets. My favorite genres include, hidden object (like Huntsville Mysteries), match three (like Jewel Quest), and simulation (like The Sims). Many of the games I play are for free, with optional features for purchase. Another great invention (besides the trackball mouse- which stays stationary, and requires you to move just the ball, instead of the entire mouse) that has widened the selection of games I can play, has been the touch screen. There are two types of touch screens, pressure and capacitive. I have games for both. The Nintendo DS uses a pressure based touchscreen, on which I use a knitting needle, attached to the end of a traditional mouth-stick. The hand held system comes with a small plastic stylus, however it's way too short & thin for me to use. The knitting needle tip, mimics the stylus tip and gives me the same amount of accuracy. I have over thirty games for my DS, that for the most part, rely totally on the stylus and don't require pushing any buttons (some have annoying microphone or button requirements, that I basically ignore, or get help with, if I can't, but that don't hinder overall game play).
The iPad uses a capacitive touchscreen, which uses the electricity in our bodies (literal touch) to work. Given the fact that my hands no longer work, I use a special stylus (called a Pogo) attached to the end of a mouth stick, which mimics touch. The capacitive fibers wear down over time, and need to be replaced, depending on how much you use them. There are tons of games available for purchase (many have "lite" version for free, to test games out) in the Apple apps store. As an artist, I also use my iPad to create digital art, in addition to using it for writing, reading and gaming. My iPad is almost as versatile as my PC, and I love the fact that I can sketch and create art on it. As far as the games go, the graphics and sound on the iPad are superior to that of the DS, and uses a much larger touch screen surface.
Below I've listed some of my favorite game titles/gaming websites, for each platform:
PC-
1. Maple Story MMORPG- http://maplestory.nexon.net/
2. Farmville- http://www.farmville.com/
3. SPP SuperPoke Pets! https://secure.superpokepets.com/spp/login
4. Big Fish Games- You can download & pay per game, or pay a subscription for full games. I enjoy playing "match 3" games & "hidden object" games. I enjoy: Huntsville Mysteries, Bookworm, Asami's Sushi Shop, Fishdom, Puzzle Quest 2 & 7 Wonders. All the titles I listed are mouse driven. http://www.bigfishgames.com
5. The Sims Series- http://thesims.ea.com/
6. Spore- http://www.spore.com
Nintendo DS-
1. Animal Crossing: Wild World- http://ds.ign.com/articles/673/673671p1.html
2. Mario vs. Donkey Kong series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/113/1134070p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/735/735297p1.html
3. Final Fantasy IV- http://ds.ign.com/articles/887/887583p1.html
4. Final Fantasy: The 4 Heroes of Light- http://ds.ign.com/articles/112/1125729p1.html
5. The Cooking with Mama series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/733/733555p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/837/837283p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/103/1038659p1.html
6. Disney Princess: Magical Jewels- http://ds.ign.com/articles/831/831424p1.html
7. The Professor Layton Mystery series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/851/851856p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/101/1017161p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/111/1119632p1.html
8. Chrono Trigger- http://ds.ign.com/articles/932/932438p1.html
9. Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon- http://ds.ign.com/articles/954/954421p1.html
10. Wario's Warehouse series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/587/587217p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/107/1079712p1.html
11. Brain Age series- http://ds.ign.com/articles/702/702057p1.html, http://ds.ign.com/articles/813/813780p1.html
12. Dragon Quest IX: Sentinels of the Starry Sky- http://ds.ign.com/articles/110/1104879p1.html
13. The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hour Glass (was very disappointed that Zelda: Spirit Tracks uses a button/stylus combo)- http://ds.ign.com/articles/822/822825p1.html
14. Pokemon Diamond (have to use buttons, but it is a turned based RPG, which makes that doable)- http://ds.ign.com/articles/782/782443p1.html
15. Yoshi Touch & Go- http://ds.ign.com/articles/595/595523p1.html
16. Age of Empires Mythologies- http://ds.ign.com/articles/933/933525p1.html
17. Harvest Moon DS Cute- http://ds.ign.com/articles/864/864320p1.html
18. Ninjatown- http://ds.ign.com/articles/924/924068p1.html
19. Gardening Mama- http://ds.ign.com/articles/969/969213p1.html
iPad-
1. Final Fantasy- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/final-fantasy/id354972939?mt=8
2. Crystal Defenders- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/crystal-defenders-for-ipad/id379052382?mt=8
3. Chaos Rings- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/chaos-rings-for-ipad/id384090103?mt=8
4. Puzzle Quest- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/puzzle-quest-hd/id398190768?mt=8
5. Color Cross HD- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/color-cross-hd/id383300986?mt=8
6. Jewel Quest Mysteries: Curse of the Emerald Tear- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/jewel-quest-mysteries-curse/id337188077?mt=8
7. Chop Chop Ninja- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/chop-chop-ninja/id346877580?mt=8
8. Angry Birds series- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/angry-birds/id343200656?mt=8
9. Smiles HD- http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/smiles-hd/id364871736?mt=8
Related Info:
1. Article about Randy- http://www.asylum.com/2010/04/13/amazing-pro-gamer-nom4d-plays-with-just-his-lips-and-chin/
2. Randy's YouTube channel- http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRealN0M4D
3. Video demo of me using my iPad (with Pogo stylus)- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H85Lb8Pyu9U&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Shitty Day
Today has been a very shitty day, in every sense of the word. I hate to resort to vulgarities, but I feel as though it is the only word that can appropriately express the level of exhaustion and anger that I currently feel. I've been struggling more than ever to keep my sanity, and keep pushing forward, and today is a classic example, of the overwhelming tragedy and frustration that paralysis has thrust into my life. Despite my best efforts, I'm forever left feeling like a prisoner within my own flesh, and wanting anything to escape. I feel the need to share today's events, so far, to highlight the ugliness of paralysis, and shine a light on many reasons why living with paralysis has been, and continues to be so challenging for me. I'd challenge anyone to live through a few days like today, and still be able to be joyful and find motivation for wanting to keep living, paralyzed.
Today started like many mornings have, since my accident; sleepless and in pain. I spent the better part of last night uncomfortable, with cold sweats, chills, and mystery chest pressure, keeping me awake. I lie in bed trying to find comfort in the only position that doesn't hurt my shoulders (on my back- which is never how I used to sleep), and toss and turn my head, from left, to right, and back again. All the while, my mind is racing at top speed- apparently, the only speed I have- and I'm trying my best to ignore my discomfort. It's amazing how uncomfortable I can be, despite that fact that I can't actually feel most of my body. The little I can feel is full of annoyances, and the littlest of movements can trigger a leg spasm, move my hair out of place, create an itch I can't scratch, tense up my arm, or any number of stupid little things, that I can try to ignore, or call someone for help. I end up ignoring about half of my impulses, out of decency and consideration for my family/aides. Either way, most every night is a restless night, full of inner turmoil and despair. I can't help but beat myself up, over my accident and cling to the life I had. All of my memories bring with them a certain amount of grief, and I have yet to find a way to let go of what I lost (in both potential for the future and in reality). I spend most my nights trying to distract myself from negative thoughts, and find enough peace to fall asleep. Unfortunately, even sleep is not an escape, as many nights are filled with bad dreams, that make waking up seem somewhat better. I pray and pray, and ask God for a cure, to take me, and spare me the suffering, or at the very least, give me some measure of understanding, as to why my life has to be so difficult. In that respect, last night was the same as every other night since my accident; no answers and little sleep. Once I finally did manage to fall asleep, it was nearly 9am and my nurse was already on her way.
My nurse arrived around nine thirty, and so began my bowel program, most certainly my most hated aspect of life with paralysis. Bleary eyed, sick to my stomach, and depressed to be starting off my day in such a horribly violating way, I say nothing as my mom and nurse begin to strip off my adult diaper (wonderfully sexy garment) and roll me on to the sling. Next, it's time to get pumped up into the hoyer lift, and take the adrenaline filled ride, across the room to my most hated piece of furniture, my commode. It's impossible to explain to fear and mix of sensations that go through my mind, as my body is suspended in mid air, with no means of stopping myself from falling, or way to brace myself for impact. The hoyer lift makes me feel like I'm floating through the air (not in a good way), and unless you are paralyzed, it's hard to imagine how terrifying a small "ride" can seem. It is one small aspect of life that I've learned to tolerate, and although it makes me on edge, once I'm safely strapped into my commode, or landed in my wheelchair, it's not a big deal, and something that makes caring for me easier on my family/aides. As scary as it can be sometimes, it beats getting picked up and carried, which is usually more painful, and more dangerous, for everyone involved. Once I got strapped into the commode, the nurse wheeled me into the bathroom to begin the bowel regime. It's an awful necessity, that has never gotten any easier to deal with.
The only comparison I can think of, to accurately describe my feelings toward bowel program is rape. Although I realize that is a very strong word, with very negative connotations, hear me out. Before my accident, I was a very self conscious person (still am) and had many issues regarding the bathroom (still do). I was very private and couldn't stand the thought of using public restrooms, outside of my home, and a very few select friends' home to EVER "go number two." I can count on one hand the number of times that in almost TWENTY FIVE YEARS of my life on my feet that my IBS forced me into the shame and embarrassment of violating my own code of bathroom conduct. I find everything about poop, and feces related actions (aka-passing gas) humiliating, unladylike, and disgusting. If I had a choice, I'd negate the whole process all together, and have said many times, to many doctors, that I'd gladly trade in food, for a liquid diet, if it meant I could not have to "go" again. Obviously, that is not and option; I must eat and therefore poo. Having a spinal cord injury has made my worst fears a reality. It is truly Hell on Earth. Not only am I forced into revealing ever flaw, and every inch of my naked body, I'm forced into being violated on a near daily basis. Incontinence, and the anxiety over accidents, practically rule my life. I feel shame and embarrassment having to have other adult human beings not only acutely aware of my bodily functions, but up close and personal, in my face, and in my space, whether I want them there or not. I'm forced into accepting another human being, put their finger up my rear end, multiple times, every other morning, to stimulate my body into doing a process, it should be able to do naturally, and on my own. Personal space and privacy are luxuries that do not exist in my life. This morning, like so many other mornings, I had to make a "choice" to accept help, and accept having a bowel regime, despite my embarrassment, loathing, and revulsion to the process, because my only other alternatives are to become impacted, septic, and die, or have a colostomy bag strapped to my side (a bag full of the single most hated and embarrassing thing possible, in my mind). Do you really consider that a choice? I'm forced into accepting the bizarre, unnatural and repulsive, because the only choice, is to become sicker and/or possibly die. My paralysis shoves bowel program down my throat, and silences my voice, because there is no viable alternative. My body no longer answers to me, therefore I'm forced into answering to other people. Right now there is no cure. There's life; paralyzed. Take it, or leave it. That is my only real choice.
My list for reasons to want to die vastly outweighs my reasons for staying. The thing that keeps me here is fear. I don't have a strong faith in God (like many people have). Instead, I have a mountain of fear and doubt. I was raised Catholic, and although I don't believe in much of the religion, I do hope that there is a God. Catholicism is not a very flexible, open-minded religion, in my experience. I attended Catholic school for the first ten years of my schooling, and although I don't buy into most of the rituals and the emphasis the Catholic church puts on going to church and the Pope, the lessons I learned as a child, still have a hold on me. I wish that I had a strong faith in God, any God, because I have seen what peace of mind and strength that faith has given to other people. One of the reasons that turned me off to my childhood belief in God, was the rigidness of the religion I grew up. I consider myself to be a very open minded, liberal person, and those aspects of my personality make it extremely hard for me to believe in the triumphalist type belief system of most organized religions. I've read a lot about (and watched documentaries) about various religions. I enjoy history. I enjoy philosophy and the history of how religions were formed, and came to be. I've read a lot of the Old & New Testament of the Bible throughout my life. It seems absurd to me that God, an omniscient, omnipotent being, that has the capacity to create our entire universe, would be hung over petty rituals and/or the name by which we call him/her/it/them. I can't believe that if there is a God, that he/she/it/them would punish damn someone to an eternity of suffering, despite that person being kind, and good, because that person wasn't born into the right culture, time, or place, or didn't worship him/her/it/them by the right name. I can't stand that people are willing to hurt other people in God's name. It's horribly asinine to think that such a powerful, all knowing being, would want their/his/hers/its creation to waste its energy and time on hurting one another. If most people would be open minded enough to learn about other religions and consider each other, as equal, human beings, it would be obvious, that there are basic messages that transcend all faiths; to love one another.
Before my accident I probably would've classified myself as an Atheist. Now I guess I'm Agnostic. I'm not really sold on any particular God(s) or religion, but I do want to believe in something. Catholicism is very clearly opposed to suicide. Catholicism very clearly states that the only path to heaven is Jesus. I have a VERY hard time accepting both of those "truths." I have a lot of friends of varying faiths, that are good people, that contribute to society in positive ways and are kind to their fellow man. I can't bring myself to worship a God that would condemn my loved ones and friends to a firey abyss, just because they don't call him Jesus. If there is an afterlife I have to believe it's open to all good human beings and that if there is any judgment, that it's fair and just. I'll never be sold on the thought that God would care about insignificant things like clothes or what type of food we eat. My Catholic upbringing causes me to have a lot of fear and anxiety over what will happen to my soul, if I have one. I want to believe that God is not as rigid, jealous and inflexible, as Christianity, Judaism or Islam would have us believe. People say God only gives us what we can handle, but I feel like my life is proof that that isn't true. I can't handle the curve ball that life (or God) has given me. There are so many paradoxes, that keep me always doubting and questioning. I mean, if God loves me, how can he/she/it/them let me suffer? If God has a plan for us, then how can we also have freewill? I'm a logical, realistic person, that makes it very hard for me to believe. I know having faith means blindly believing, but it's not something I can force. On the other hand, the teachings that I was brought up with, very clearly state that I will go to Hell if I give up on life. The thing is, I feel like my situation is not average and I don't know whether God would consider not accepting help, as suicide. I'm not an able bodied person, putting a gun to my head, because my marriage failed, or I lost money in the stock market. My life is sustained by very unconventional means. I'm not healthy. I'm suffering.
It is my doubt and confusion over my faith in God and refusing help that keeps me here. Although I do feel sorry for family, in that I know they would be sad if I died, I feel as though I have already given them 5 1/2 years extra time with me, and I feel that my suffering has been sufficient enough to feel satisfied that I've tried my best, and given them my best effort. I think it would be selfish of them, and cruel to expect any more from me, and hope that despite their grief, that they would understand my death would alleviate my suffering. Besides, if there truly is an afterlife they can draw strength from knowing we'll be reunited. What stops me from giving into my wish to die, is my uncertainty over what will happen to my soul. It's horrible having anxiety over a soul I'm not even convinced I have. All I have is doubt. I'd like to believe that if God does exist, he/she/it/they knows my heart better than anyone, and knows how much I've suffered and how sorry I feel for wanting to give up. I'm don't think refusing help is the same as a healthy person committing suicide. Like I've said in a previous response, if I technically "left my life in God's hands" I'd be dead. I can't care for myself. I'm only here because the resources exist to keep me here. The problem is, I'm not happy. I don't consider this a quality life. I know I have talents. I'm aware I'm gifted in writing and art. The problem is, it's not enough. While I might have the ability to still do certain things, they're not enough to fulfill me. It makes me frustrated, confused and angry that everyone (including God-evidently) would be fine and respect the fact that I don't want to live dependent on machines. I can refuse a vent and get into heaven, but I if I refuse my bowel program, I'm committing suicide and will be damned to hell. Quality of life means more to me than quantity. Most people don't want to admit, or can't understand how awful my life is. No one would want my life for themselves. It seems very harsh to me that I'm forced to endure so much pain and that God would punish me, for not wanting to suffer. It takes A LOT to keep me alive; living a life I hate. The rules of suicide and what God would or wouldn't consider suicide, seem very unfair, confusing and ambiguous. It's fear and doubt that keep me here.
It's fear that keeps me pushing forward, on days like today, when I'm worn down and feeling like I'm forced into accepting horrible conditions. This morning during bowel program, I felt horrible. I was clammy, with cold sweat, and shivering with cold (phantom feelings of cold, in limbs I can no longer feel, on the outside). I wanted to disappear and run away, but I couldn't. Bowel program is the only option available (that I'm even unwillingly up to considering), to give me any sort of regularity and combat against incontinence. It is not natural. There is no privacy. Embarrassment doesn't matter. This morning I had the added discomfort of nausea, which is the only thing equally horrible to bowel program. There I sat, half nude, strapped to a chair, over a toilet, bent with nausea, no means to stop it, or way to clean up, no where to hide, no relief, and all the while I'm enduring my nurse forcing my body to expel what I no longer can. In that moment of nausea I wanted to die. I prayed to God to take me. I couldn't imagine my life any worse. Doubled over with nausea, and choking back tears, I felt I needed to get back into bed, and hoped that lying down would offer some relief. While having bowel program in bed disgusts me way more than doing it over a toilet, it's something I was forced to accept, every night, for the first year and a half, after my injury. Although I hated the thought of having to do it, anything that might take the nausea away, in that moment, was worth doing. I asked my nurse to call my mom in for help, and they rolled me back into the room, and hastily began getting me ready for the hoyer ride back to bed. Just as they started to lift me up, and I felt as though I would vomit, my body decides to defecate, all over my bedroom floor. My mom, and nurse, highly aware of how much this would upset me, rushed around and try to contain the mess, while at the same time get me safely back into my bed. By this point, I'm numb. This is the point where the mind starts to short circuit, because it just can't handle any more trauma. As the nausea subsided, I landed in my bed, and my nurse began to tend to me, while I watched my mother scrub my beige carpet, for the next hour, filled with shoulder pain. What could I do but just lay there and accept it? It's mornings like today that make me want to scream in rage, in the unjustness of it, and makes finding a silver lining to life, near impossible. Who would want this type of life for themselves? The only motivating force in my life to keep going, is often the fact that I feel like I have no other choice. I have to take it, or leave it for what it is, no matter how unhappy I am, or how much I hate the "choices."
It's days like today that make me question God's existence and what he/she/it/they think about my life, and make me question why I should have to continue living. It seems so cruel to me, that society and my religion (the belief system that I was raised with) expect me to endure living with paralysis. I feel like a loving God would understand my suffering and understand my need to escape. Surely, my Earthly parents love me as much as God does, and yet I know if they had it within their power, they'd have healed me right away. I can't even ask them to help me end my suffering, because society rather keep me living, no matter the price I have to pay. It infuriates me that our society (based solely on our laws) values the "life" of 3-5 day old cells (blastocysts) enough to not want to use them for research that could potentially alleviate my suffering, and that of millions of LIVING people, just like me. Our laws dictate that they rather see those cells be thrown away, rather than help me. That's how little my suffering matters, how easy it is to look away. We treat our pets with more respect, compassion and dignity, than we do people like me (people with extreme disability and chronic, incurable illness). I don't get the option to die peacefully. I have to suffer. I feel as though it is irrational and hypocritical to ask me, to expect me to, to demand I live this way. How can we put such a high value on something that has no chance at ever living (outside a womb), and turn a deaf ear to people that live and suffer, every day? How is it that we are compassionate enough to not want to see an animal suffer (when we know there is no cure and prolonged suffering is inevitable), but not enough to allow me to die in peace, with dignity and respect? Instead, I'm asked to live an impossibly difficult life, that no one would ever choose for themselves. Why can't I have the same rights that my dog and cat have? I can't help but feel outraged, and desperately sad, at how trapped I am. I feel like I'm stuck with choices I don't want to choose, and no way out. So here I sit, forced to somehow keep moving forward, while keeping my sanity. It's a predicament I wouldn't wish on my worst of enemies.
Today started like many mornings have, since my accident; sleepless and in pain. I spent the better part of last night uncomfortable, with cold sweats, chills, and mystery chest pressure, keeping me awake. I lie in bed trying to find comfort in the only position that doesn't hurt my shoulders (on my back- which is never how I used to sleep), and toss and turn my head, from left, to right, and back again. All the while, my mind is racing at top speed- apparently, the only speed I have- and I'm trying my best to ignore my discomfort. It's amazing how uncomfortable I can be, despite that fact that I can't actually feel most of my body. The little I can feel is full of annoyances, and the littlest of movements can trigger a leg spasm, move my hair out of place, create an itch I can't scratch, tense up my arm, or any number of stupid little things, that I can try to ignore, or call someone for help. I end up ignoring about half of my impulses, out of decency and consideration for my family/aides. Either way, most every night is a restless night, full of inner turmoil and despair. I can't help but beat myself up, over my accident and cling to the life I had. All of my memories bring with them a certain amount of grief, and I have yet to find a way to let go of what I lost (in both potential for the future and in reality). I spend most my nights trying to distract myself from negative thoughts, and find enough peace to fall asleep. Unfortunately, even sleep is not an escape, as many nights are filled with bad dreams, that make waking up seem somewhat better. I pray and pray, and ask God for a cure, to take me, and spare me the suffering, or at the very least, give me some measure of understanding, as to why my life has to be so difficult. In that respect, last night was the same as every other night since my accident; no answers and little sleep. Once I finally did manage to fall asleep, it was nearly 9am and my nurse was already on her way.
My nurse arrived around nine thirty, and so began my bowel program, most certainly my most hated aspect of life with paralysis. Bleary eyed, sick to my stomach, and depressed to be starting off my day in such a horribly violating way, I say nothing as my mom and nurse begin to strip off my adult diaper (wonderfully sexy garment) and roll me on to the sling. Next, it's time to get pumped up into the hoyer lift, and take the adrenaline filled ride, across the room to my most hated piece of furniture, my commode. It's impossible to explain to fear and mix of sensations that go through my mind, as my body is suspended in mid air, with no means of stopping myself from falling, or way to brace myself for impact. The hoyer lift makes me feel like I'm floating through the air (not in a good way), and unless you are paralyzed, it's hard to imagine how terrifying a small "ride" can seem. It is one small aspect of life that I've learned to tolerate, and although it makes me on edge, once I'm safely strapped into my commode, or landed in my wheelchair, it's not a big deal, and something that makes caring for me easier on my family/aides. As scary as it can be sometimes, it beats getting picked up and carried, which is usually more painful, and more dangerous, for everyone involved. Once I got strapped into the commode, the nurse wheeled me into the bathroom to begin the bowel regime. It's an awful necessity, that has never gotten any easier to deal with.
The only comparison I can think of, to accurately describe my feelings toward bowel program is rape. Although I realize that is a very strong word, with very negative connotations, hear me out. Before my accident, I was a very self conscious person (still am) and had many issues regarding the bathroom (still do). I was very private and couldn't stand the thought of using public restrooms, outside of my home, and a very few select friends' home to EVER "go number two." I can count on one hand the number of times that in almost TWENTY FIVE YEARS of my life on my feet that my IBS forced me into the shame and embarrassment of violating my own code of bathroom conduct. I find everything about poop, and feces related actions (aka-passing gas) humiliating, unladylike, and disgusting. If I had a choice, I'd negate the whole process all together, and have said many times, to many doctors, that I'd gladly trade in food, for a liquid diet, if it meant I could not have to "go" again. Obviously, that is not and option; I must eat and therefore poo. Having a spinal cord injury has made my worst fears a reality. It is truly Hell on Earth. Not only am I forced into revealing ever flaw, and every inch of my naked body, I'm forced into being violated on a near daily basis. Incontinence, and the anxiety over accidents, practically rule my life. I feel shame and embarrassment having to have other adult human beings not only acutely aware of my bodily functions, but up close and personal, in my face, and in my space, whether I want them there or not. I'm forced into accepting another human being, put their finger up my rear end, multiple times, every other morning, to stimulate my body into doing a process, it should be able to do naturally, and on my own. Personal space and privacy are luxuries that do not exist in my life. This morning, like so many other mornings, I had to make a "choice" to accept help, and accept having a bowel regime, despite my embarrassment, loathing, and revulsion to the process, because my only other alternatives are to become impacted, septic, and die, or have a colostomy bag strapped to my side (a bag full of the single most hated and embarrassing thing possible, in my mind). Do you really consider that a choice? I'm forced into accepting the bizarre, unnatural and repulsive, because the only choice, is to become sicker and/or possibly die. My paralysis shoves bowel program down my throat, and silences my voice, because there is no viable alternative. My body no longer answers to me, therefore I'm forced into answering to other people. Right now there is no cure. There's life; paralyzed. Take it, or leave it. That is my only real choice.
My list for reasons to want to die vastly outweighs my reasons for staying. The thing that keeps me here is fear. I don't have a strong faith in God (like many people have). Instead, I have a mountain of fear and doubt. I was raised Catholic, and although I don't believe in much of the religion, I do hope that there is a God. Catholicism is not a very flexible, open-minded religion, in my experience. I attended Catholic school for the first ten years of my schooling, and although I don't buy into most of the rituals and the emphasis the Catholic church puts on going to church and the Pope, the lessons I learned as a child, still have a hold on me. I wish that I had a strong faith in God, any God, because I have seen what peace of mind and strength that faith has given to other people. One of the reasons that turned me off to my childhood belief in God, was the rigidness of the religion I grew up. I consider myself to be a very open minded, liberal person, and those aspects of my personality make it extremely hard for me to believe in the triumphalist type belief system of most organized religions. I've read a lot about (and watched documentaries) about various religions. I enjoy history. I enjoy philosophy and the history of how religions were formed, and came to be. I've read a lot of the Old & New Testament of the Bible throughout my life. It seems absurd to me that God, an omniscient, omnipotent being, that has the capacity to create our entire universe, would be hung over petty rituals and/or the name by which we call him/her/it/them. I can't believe that if there is a God, that he/she/it/them would punish damn someone to an eternity of suffering, despite that person being kind, and good, because that person wasn't born into the right culture, time, or place, or didn't worship him/her/it/them by the right name. I can't stand that people are willing to hurt other people in God's name. It's horribly asinine to think that such a powerful, all knowing being, would want their/his/hers/its creation to waste its energy and time on hurting one another. If most people would be open minded enough to learn about other religions and consider each other, as equal, human beings, it would be obvious, that there are basic messages that transcend all faiths; to love one another.
Before my accident I probably would've classified myself as an Atheist. Now I guess I'm Agnostic. I'm not really sold on any particular God(s) or religion, but I do want to believe in something. Catholicism is very clearly opposed to suicide. Catholicism very clearly states that the only path to heaven is Jesus. I have a VERY hard time accepting both of those "truths." I have a lot of friends of varying faiths, that are good people, that contribute to society in positive ways and are kind to their fellow man. I can't bring myself to worship a God that would condemn my loved ones and friends to a firey abyss, just because they don't call him Jesus. If there is an afterlife I have to believe it's open to all good human beings and that if there is any judgment, that it's fair and just. I'll never be sold on the thought that God would care about insignificant things like clothes or what type of food we eat. My Catholic upbringing causes me to have a lot of fear and anxiety over what will happen to my soul, if I have one. I want to believe that God is not as rigid, jealous and inflexible, as Christianity, Judaism or Islam would have us believe. People say God only gives us what we can handle, but I feel like my life is proof that that isn't true. I can't handle the curve ball that life (or God) has given me. There are so many paradoxes, that keep me always doubting and questioning. I mean, if God loves me, how can he/she/it/them let me suffer? If God has a plan for us, then how can we also have freewill? I'm a logical, realistic person, that makes it very hard for me to believe. I know having faith means blindly believing, but it's not something I can force. On the other hand, the teachings that I was brought up with, very clearly state that I will go to Hell if I give up on life. The thing is, I feel like my situation is not average and I don't know whether God would consider not accepting help, as suicide. I'm not an able bodied person, putting a gun to my head, because my marriage failed, or I lost money in the stock market. My life is sustained by very unconventional means. I'm not healthy. I'm suffering.
It is my doubt and confusion over my faith in God and refusing help that keeps me here. Although I do feel sorry for family, in that I know they would be sad if I died, I feel as though I have already given them 5 1/2 years extra time with me, and I feel that my suffering has been sufficient enough to feel satisfied that I've tried my best, and given them my best effort. I think it would be selfish of them, and cruel to expect any more from me, and hope that despite their grief, that they would understand my death would alleviate my suffering. Besides, if there truly is an afterlife they can draw strength from knowing we'll be reunited. What stops me from giving into my wish to die, is my uncertainty over what will happen to my soul. It's horrible having anxiety over a soul I'm not even convinced I have. All I have is doubt. I'd like to believe that if God does exist, he/she/it/they knows my heart better than anyone, and knows how much I've suffered and how sorry I feel for wanting to give up. I'm don't think refusing help is the same as a healthy person committing suicide. Like I've said in a previous response, if I technically "left my life in God's hands" I'd be dead. I can't care for myself. I'm only here because the resources exist to keep me here. The problem is, I'm not happy. I don't consider this a quality life. I know I have talents. I'm aware I'm gifted in writing and art. The problem is, it's not enough. While I might have the ability to still do certain things, they're not enough to fulfill me. It makes me frustrated, confused and angry that everyone (including God-evidently) would be fine and respect the fact that I don't want to live dependent on machines. I can refuse a vent and get into heaven, but I if I refuse my bowel program, I'm committing suicide and will be damned to hell. Quality of life means more to me than quantity. Most people don't want to admit, or can't understand how awful my life is. No one would want my life for themselves. It seems very harsh to me that I'm forced to endure so much pain and that God would punish me, for not wanting to suffer. It takes A LOT to keep me alive; living a life I hate. The rules of suicide and what God would or wouldn't consider suicide, seem very unfair, confusing and ambiguous. It's fear and doubt that keep me here.
It's fear that keeps me pushing forward, on days like today, when I'm worn down and feeling like I'm forced into accepting horrible conditions. This morning during bowel program, I felt horrible. I was clammy, with cold sweat, and shivering with cold (phantom feelings of cold, in limbs I can no longer feel, on the outside). I wanted to disappear and run away, but I couldn't. Bowel program is the only option available (that I'm even unwillingly up to considering), to give me any sort of regularity and combat against incontinence. It is not natural. There is no privacy. Embarrassment doesn't matter. This morning I had the added discomfort of nausea, which is the only thing equally horrible to bowel program. There I sat, half nude, strapped to a chair, over a toilet, bent with nausea, no means to stop it, or way to clean up, no where to hide, no relief, and all the while I'm enduring my nurse forcing my body to expel what I no longer can. In that moment of nausea I wanted to die. I prayed to God to take me. I couldn't imagine my life any worse. Doubled over with nausea, and choking back tears, I felt I needed to get back into bed, and hoped that lying down would offer some relief. While having bowel program in bed disgusts me way more than doing it over a toilet, it's something I was forced to accept, every night, for the first year and a half, after my injury. Although I hated the thought of having to do it, anything that might take the nausea away, in that moment, was worth doing. I asked my nurse to call my mom in for help, and they rolled me back into the room, and hastily began getting me ready for the hoyer ride back to bed. Just as they started to lift me up, and I felt as though I would vomit, my body decides to defecate, all over my bedroom floor. My mom, and nurse, highly aware of how much this would upset me, rushed around and try to contain the mess, while at the same time get me safely back into my bed. By this point, I'm numb. This is the point where the mind starts to short circuit, because it just can't handle any more trauma. As the nausea subsided, I landed in my bed, and my nurse began to tend to me, while I watched my mother scrub my beige carpet, for the next hour, filled with shoulder pain. What could I do but just lay there and accept it? It's mornings like today that make me want to scream in rage, in the unjustness of it, and makes finding a silver lining to life, near impossible. Who would want this type of life for themselves? The only motivating force in my life to keep going, is often the fact that I feel like I have no other choice. I have to take it, or leave it for what it is, no matter how unhappy I am, or how much I hate the "choices."
It's days like today that make me question God's existence and what he/she/it/they think about my life, and make me question why I should have to continue living. It seems so cruel to me, that society and my religion (the belief system that I was raised with) expect me to endure living with paralysis. I feel like a loving God would understand my suffering and understand my need to escape. Surely, my Earthly parents love me as much as God does, and yet I know if they had it within their power, they'd have healed me right away. I can't even ask them to help me end my suffering, because society rather keep me living, no matter the price I have to pay. It infuriates me that our society (based solely on our laws) values the "life" of 3-5 day old cells (blastocysts) enough to not want to use them for research that could potentially alleviate my suffering, and that of millions of LIVING people, just like me. Our laws dictate that they rather see those cells be thrown away, rather than help me. That's how little my suffering matters, how easy it is to look away. We treat our pets with more respect, compassion and dignity, than we do people like me (people with extreme disability and chronic, incurable illness). I don't get the option to die peacefully. I have to suffer. I feel as though it is irrational and hypocritical to ask me, to expect me to, to demand I live this way. How can we put such a high value on something that has no chance at ever living (outside a womb), and turn a deaf ear to people that live and suffer, every day? How is it that we are compassionate enough to not want to see an animal suffer (when we know there is no cure and prolonged suffering is inevitable), but not enough to allow me to die in peace, with dignity and respect? Instead, I'm asked to live an impossibly difficult life, that no one would ever choose for themselves. Why can't I have the same rights that my dog and cat have? I can't help but feel outraged, and desperately sad, at how trapped I am. I feel like I'm stuck with choices I don't want to choose, and no way out. So here I sit, forced to somehow keep moving forward, while keeping my sanity. It's a predicament I wouldn't wish on my worst of enemies.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Taking Advice, Getting Feedback and Reasons For Sharing
I've gotten quite a lot of feedback, from my last two blogs, which I originally posted in the CareCure (online community related to spinal cord injuries)forums. Besides the wonderfully kind words of encouragement, and empathy, two of the key issues that were brought up were, possible alternatives to some of my most difficult obstacles and suggestions based on personal experience. I really appreciate all the ideas, feedback, life stories and concrete answers that people took the time to write. A few of the issues that I would like to highlight, and expand on reasoning, are the issuses of personal hygiene and my reasons for being so open about my life; even embarrassing and/or painful aspects of life, that most people find hard to discuss.
The number one, hardest aspect of living with paralysis for me is all of the highly intimate hygiene issues that I need help with. One of my biggest stressors is my bowel program (as itis for many people in my situation) and the only real alternative, would be to have a colostomy. This has been suggested to me, both recently and in the past. The thought of a colostomy bag is (to me) 1,000 times worst than BP. Just the thought of it depresses me. No offense, but it's definitely not for me Ideally, not having to go number two in the first place would be my solution. Unfortunately, that's not possible. The whole bodily fluid thing really disturbs me & grosses me out. I'd literally give up eating, if it meant I only had to deal with urine. As much as I love food, I gladly trade in a liquid diet, if it meant I could avoid needing to ever have a bowel movement. That's how much I hate the whole process, in general. I know it's a natural bodily function, that everyone does. I've just always been uptight about it. I guess you could say I'm somewhat "poopaphobic." I don't want to have to do it, or be around it, so the thought of having a bag of it strapped to me, is probably the worst case scenario I can think of. I've always been very private about bathroom & hygiene stuff, so being paralyzed is horrible. I find it disgusting and unladylike. I normaly would've never wanted to discuss it (and find it challenging to be so revealing), but feel it needs to be said, because the average has no clue, and would otherwise (and often does) take this fact for granted. I'm forced into having help with bathroom needs and it's never gotten any easier.
Sometimes I think being a woman, makes it even harder to accept & not be embarrassed. I don't know, but all my guy friends (able bodied & non) are way more easy going & less bothered by stuff like that. I mean let's put it this way, I dated someone for almost six years (also lived together for a portion of that time) and I never once passed gas in front of him. In the 24yrs I was on my feet I never once went number two in a public restroom. So you can imagine, having BP & a catheter is pretty much like hell on earth for me. Not to mention, as a woman, I have to also accept help every month with my period & other various feminine hygiene issues, that men just don't have. All in all, the adjustment to needing help with all personal care ADLs has been difficult.
Just the fact that so many people have to see me naked bothers me. I've always been self conscious and have had body imagine issues. My paralysis has not only made my body even more flawed, and less appealing, it also forces me into showing those flaws to numerous people (on a daily basis), over & over again. Its mortifying having to have someone else do stuff like brush my teeth, shave my under arms, clean my ears, help me blow my nose, acne, etc. I used to go to great lengths (as do most woman- doing my hair, make up, creams, shaving, plucking eye brows, getting manicures, exercise & diet) to look nice and to feel good about myself and feel as though I was pretty. It's not only embarrassing needing help with all personal hygiene needs, it also undermines my dignity and self worth. I'm forced into revealing every flaw and forced into having to ask for help, to look nice and correct imperfections, that under normal circumstances would be totally secret/private. It's all very challenging.
Like I've stated over, and over again, I'm just looking into all of my options. Living with paralysis has not been easy for me, and I'm tired of chronic sickness. This is not my first bout of serious depression, nor is it necessarily my last. Living with paralysis is a daily struggle. Choosing to fight to live the life that I have, is one of the few things that is still within my control. I will continue to do so for as long as I possibly can. I'm just the type of person that likes to think ahead, and take comfort in knowing that I'm in control of whatever aspects of my life that I CAN control. Paralysis has robbed me of almost all of my independence, so I'm forever seeking new ways to take back whatever control I can. My mind is one on the few assets I still have, and although it can at times be a curse (haunting memories and crippling grief) it has allowed me to be able to manage my own affairs and make decisions about my care, and overall quality of life. My mind continues to be the greatest source of pain, and although I realize that my perspective, way of thinking, and acceptance can change over time, I'm the only one that can make those changes. I struggle daily with the inner turmoil, of dealing with the life and choices paralysis gives me, and my sadness and desperate longing to have the type of life I once had. I realize it's a battle that only I can fight.
Last week I was chatting with an online buddy named Mariam about being so depressed lately. She's also a member of the AMFPA. We share a lot in common, in fact she's one of the few people on the planet that I feel like can truly understand where I'm coming from. We're around the same age, both artists and both suffer from similar spinal cord injuries. She's been injured for almost fifteen years now, and is one of those rare gems, in that she's somehow been able to keep it together, keep moving forward and find joy, despite being paralyzed. I had reached out to her, sending her a link to the CC thread, to get her point of view.
We had a long chat over Skype, and I really enjoyed our conversation. It always feels good to vent, but I particularly felt relieved talking with her, because I feel as though she really understands where I'm coming from, and has experienced much of the same struggles that I'm going through. She's amazingly positive and is seemingly much more open minded and receptive to going with the flow, and accepting her life with paralysis, much better than me. She'd probably agree with me, in saying that her current state of acceptance, and/or her strength and perseverance, as well as her current frame of mind, all took time, and that it might not make sense for me to beat myself up, for not being as strong as she is. She readily admitted to me, that living paralysis has also been a struggle for her, and that she also experienced a period of about two to three years (around her five year anniversary), where she was extremely depressed and in a similar dark state, that I'm currently experiencing. She was obviously, able to overcome it, and although she has her bad days, seems more well adjusted and happy with her life, living with paralysis, than I can ever imagine for myself, at this point.
During our discussion, I was expressing my wish for being understood, and how little I feel the average person really knows, what it's like to be paralyzed. I said I especially wished my loved ones understood how much I'm suffering, and how hard it is for me to live this way. Mariam then asked me, "What if they did understand? What difference would that make?" It was the first time anyone had ever asked me that, but I immediately knew the answer. I had to hold back tears to answer her, but managed to respond with a shaky voice, and tell her the answer that's been tugging at my heart and mind for a long time now. It's a two fold answer, that has been my driving force.
Firstly, I feel as though if people really understood what it's like to live a day in my shoes, they'd absolutely want to find a cure. I know in my heart, with 100% certainty, that anyone who could experience the grief, loss, fear, and sense of powerlessness that paralysis causes, that they'd want to fight with every ounce of energy they had to want to cure it. I feel as though, funding for research and emphasis on finding a cure to paralysis would take precedence and support would sky rocket, if more people really knew what it felt like to be paralyzed and to really comprehend how ethereal life is, and that their lives can change, as quickly as mine did, at any given moment. It is for this first reason that I pour my soul out to strangers and open my life up to the general public. As hard and as embarrassing as it can be at time, my goal is education. I want people to wake up, and understand what being paralyzed means.
Secondly, I feel as though if my loved ones truly understood my pain, and could experience all that I've been through, and all that I'm feeling, that they'd be able to let me go. This second part to the answer is what I told Mariam, and is what most often crosses my mind. I feel as though anyone that truly knew my pain, would be able to understand why I long to be free (by death, or by cure) and be at peace to let me go. I often think people expect me to keep marching forward, because they don't (and can't) know what they're really asking of me, and what a struggle it is every day. Although my loved ones might see my death as something horrible, and sad, I'm at a point where I'm tired of the daily battle and would welcome it. I just want to be free again. It doesn't mean I don't love my family and friends, and wouldn't miss them. They just don't understand how hard living can be. It's my hope that by sharing my thoughts and feelings I can help everyone (anyone who is willing to listen) to understand paralysis better and to motivate others to fight for a cure. Even if I never see a cure, I would feel at peace knowing I helped to prevent other people from ever having to experience all that I've been through, if I can inspire others to support finding a cure. Although I have little hope for a cure for myself, I do still wholeheartedly believe that a cure will be found some day. Again, I don't wish to upset anyone. I'm just being honest and sharing my thoughts, and where I'm at, right now in my struggle with paralysis.
Check out my buddy Mariam's website- I love her work!
www.mariampare.com
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The number one, hardest aspect of living with paralysis for me is all of the highly intimate hygiene issues that I need help with. One of my biggest stressors is my bowel program (as itis for many people in my situation) and the only real alternative, would be to have a colostomy. This has been suggested to me, both recently and in the past. The thought of a colostomy bag is (to me) 1,000 times worst than BP. Just the thought of it depresses me. No offense, but it's definitely not for me Ideally, not having to go number two in the first place would be my solution. Unfortunately, that's not possible. The whole bodily fluid thing really disturbs me & grosses me out. I'd literally give up eating, if it meant I only had to deal with urine. As much as I love food, I gladly trade in a liquid diet, if it meant I could avoid needing to ever have a bowel movement. That's how much I hate the whole process, in general. I know it's a natural bodily function, that everyone does. I've just always been uptight about it. I guess you could say I'm somewhat "poopaphobic." I don't want to have to do it, or be around it, so the thought of having a bag of it strapped to me, is probably the worst case scenario I can think of. I've always been very private about bathroom & hygiene stuff, so being paralyzed is horrible. I find it disgusting and unladylike. I normaly would've never wanted to discuss it (and find it challenging to be so revealing), but feel it needs to be said, because the average has no clue, and would otherwise (and often does) take this fact for granted. I'm forced into having help with bathroom needs and it's never gotten any easier.
Sometimes I think being a woman, makes it even harder to accept & not be embarrassed. I don't know, but all my guy friends (able bodied & non) are way more easy going & less bothered by stuff like that. I mean let's put it this way, I dated someone for almost six years (also lived together for a portion of that time) and I never once passed gas in front of him. In the 24yrs I was on my feet I never once went number two in a public restroom. So you can imagine, having BP & a catheter is pretty much like hell on earth for me. Not to mention, as a woman, I have to also accept help every month with my period & other various feminine hygiene issues, that men just don't have. All in all, the adjustment to needing help with all personal care ADLs has been difficult.
Just the fact that so many people have to see me naked bothers me. I've always been self conscious and have had body imagine issues. My paralysis has not only made my body even more flawed, and less appealing, it also forces me into showing those flaws to numerous people (on a daily basis), over & over again. Its mortifying having to have someone else do stuff like brush my teeth, shave my under arms, clean my ears, help me blow my nose, acne, etc. I used to go to great lengths (as do most woman- doing my hair, make up, creams, shaving, plucking eye brows, getting manicures, exercise & diet) to look nice and to feel good about myself and feel as though I was pretty. It's not only embarrassing needing help with all personal hygiene needs, it also undermines my dignity and self worth. I'm forced into revealing every flaw and forced into having to ask for help, to look nice and correct imperfections, that under normal circumstances would be totally secret/private. It's all very challenging.
Like I've stated over, and over again, I'm just looking into all of my options. Living with paralysis has not been easy for me, and I'm tired of chronic sickness. This is not my first bout of serious depression, nor is it necessarily my last. Living with paralysis is a daily struggle. Choosing to fight to live the life that I have, is one of the few things that is still within my control. I will continue to do so for as long as I possibly can. I'm just the type of person that likes to think ahead, and take comfort in knowing that I'm in control of whatever aspects of my life that I CAN control. Paralysis has robbed me of almost all of my independence, so I'm forever seeking new ways to take back whatever control I can. My mind is one on the few assets I still have, and although it can at times be a curse (haunting memories and crippling grief) it has allowed me to be able to manage my own affairs and make decisions about my care, and overall quality of life. My mind continues to be the greatest source of pain, and although I realize that my perspective, way of thinking, and acceptance can change over time, I'm the only one that can make those changes. I struggle daily with the inner turmoil, of dealing with the life and choices paralysis gives me, and my sadness and desperate longing to have the type of life I once had. I realize it's a battle that only I can fight.
Last week I was chatting with an online buddy named Mariam about being so depressed lately. She's also a member of the AMFPA. We share a lot in common, in fact she's one of the few people on the planet that I feel like can truly understand where I'm coming from. We're around the same age, both artists and both suffer from similar spinal cord injuries. She's been injured for almost fifteen years now, and is one of those rare gems, in that she's somehow been able to keep it together, keep moving forward and find joy, despite being paralyzed. I had reached out to her, sending her a link to the CC thread, to get her point of view.
We had a long chat over Skype, and I really enjoyed our conversation. It always feels good to vent, but I particularly felt relieved talking with her, because I feel as though she really understands where I'm coming from, and has experienced much of the same struggles that I'm going through. She's amazingly positive and is seemingly much more open minded and receptive to going with the flow, and accepting her life with paralysis, much better than me. She'd probably agree with me, in saying that her current state of acceptance, and/or her strength and perseverance, as well as her current frame of mind, all took time, and that it might not make sense for me to beat myself up, for not being as strong as she is. She readily admitted to me, that living paralysis has also been a struggle for her, and that she also experienced a period of about two to three years (around her five year anniversary), where she was extremely depressed and in a similar dark state, that I'm currently experiencing. She was obviously, able to overcome it, and although she has her bad days, seems more well adjusted and happy with her life, living with paralysis, than I can ever imagine for myself, at this point.
During our discussion, I was expressing my wish for being understood, and how little I feel the average person really knows, what it's like to be paralyzed. I said I especially wished my loved ones understood how much I'm suffering, and how hard it is for me to live this way. Mariam then asked me, "What if they did understand? What difference would that make?" It was the first time anyone had ever asked me that, but I immediately knew the answer. I had to hold back tears to answer her, but managed to respond with a shaky voice, and tell her the answer that's been tugging at my heart and mind for a long time now. It's a two fold answer, that has been my driving force.
Firstly, I feel as though if people really understood what it's like to live a day in my shoes, they'd absolutely want to find a cure. I know in my heart, with 100% certainty, that anyone who could experience the grief, loss, fear, and sense of powerlessness that paralysis causes, that they'd want to fight with every ounce of energy they had to want to cure it. I feel as though, funding for research and emphasis on finding a cure to paralysis would take precedence and support would sky rocket, if more people really knew what it felt like to be paralyzed and to really comprehend how ethereal life is, and that their lives can change, as quickly as mine did, at any given moment. It is for this first reason that I pour my soul out to strangers and open my life up to the general public. As hard and as embarrassing as it can be at time, my goal is education. I want people to wake up, and understand what being paralyzed means.
Secondly, I feel as though if my loved ones truly understood my pain, and could experience all that I've been through, and all that I'm feeling, that they'd be able to let me go. This second part to the answer is what I told Mariam, and is what most often crosses my mind. I feel as though anyone that truly knew my pain, would be able to understand why I long to be free (by death, or by cure) and be at peace to let me go. I often think people expect me to keep marching forward, because they don't (and can't) know what they're really asking of me, and what a struggle it is every day. Although my loved ones might see my death as something horrible, and sad, I'm at a point where I'm tired of the daily battle and would welcome it. I just want to be free again. It doesn't mean I don't love my family and friends, and wouldn't miss them. They just don't understand how hard living can be. It's my hope that by sharing my thoughts and feelings I can help everyone (anyone who is willing to listen) to understand paralysis better and to motivate others to fight for a cure. Even if I never see a cure, I would feel at peace knowing I helped to prevent other people from ever having to experience all that I've been through, if I can inspire others to support finding a cure. Although I have little hope for a cure for myself, I do still wholeheartedly believe that a cure will be found some day. Again, I don't wish to upset anyone. I'm just being honest and sharing my thoughts, and where I'm at, right now in my struggle with paralysis.
Check out my buddy Mariam's website- I love her work!
www.mariampare.com
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It's Hard Feeling Happy, When You're Feeling Sick.
As I mentioned in my last blog, I've been doing a lot of soul searching and actively seeking out answers to some tough questions. My state of mind is an ever changing battleground, where I find myself forever fighting to find reasons for why I'm suffering, and looking for motivation and purpose to keep moving forward. One of the biggest obstacles that makes living with paralysis such a struggle for me, is chronic illness and feeling physically sick. The near constant discomfort has left me feeling very worn down and has pushed me to examine my life very closely, and ask myself why I try so hard, despite my unhappiness, and if there are any solutions out there, and what all of my options are, regarding my life, as it is.
I recently discussed some of these questions with my doctor. He was kind of vague in his responses. He's a PA with a visiting physicians group. He sees me at home about once a month. Most of his patients are elderly. It gets frustrating at times (even when I go to the hospital) because most doctors (including mine) aren't specialized in dealing with spinal cord injuries. I feel like most of the time we're just playing a guessing game, trying to pin point why I'm feeling sick. Most of the time, I get told it's a UTI or possibly neurological. In other words, they don't really know for sure. Understandably, it's probably just as frustrating for them, because I can only tell them secondary symptoms (since I can't actually feel what's going on) like fever, chills, chest pressure, sweating, etc. Given the fact that I have a catheter, my urine specimens always come back positive for infection, so half the time I wonder if it's a UTI that's making me feel sick or something else. All we ever do is run tests, but never find anything concrete. Honestly, I don't know that a specialist could do much better. I'd just feel more confident if I had more access to doctors that had more experience dealing w/SCIs. The only place we really have in NJ for outpatient care is Kessler Rehab, which is an hour commute. It's just not worth going there, every time I feel sick.
Aside from the emotional trauma and dealing with an insane amount of loss, living with paralysis has been physically taxing as well. One of the biggest problems for me personally, is my ever diminishing tolerance for sitting in my chair. My ability to sit in my chair, be productive, go places (not that I'm often itching to go out) and do things, has gradually become more and more uncomfortable over the past couple of years. The discomfort and the chronic sickness has made it very hard for me to find joy in the things I used to. Ever since I had a bed sore (6cm wide and deep- at its worst- on my upper thigh, below my backside) back in '08 my tolerance for sitting just isn't the same. The first couple of years post accident I could comfortably be up in my chair for 8hrs a day, 7 days a week. Now, I get out of bed on bowel program days (which ends up being like 3 hours on a commode chair-for BP & my shower) and then spend the rest of the day in bed; sitting up in bed for an additional hour or so around dinner time. I try to get into my power chair on non BP days, but lately it all depends how I'm feeling. The thing is, I end up getting very uncomfortable in my chair after only sitting for a few hours. My symptoms vary, but it usually starts off with a clammy sensation, followed by weird tingling throughout my body, then further followed by a gradual pressure building up in my chest and/or abdomen. On top of that, I'm constantly dealing with leg spasms, phantom pain and tingling in my legs and feet. I end up asking my aides or family to check if my catheter is kinked, if my clothes are wrinkled, if Id had an episode of incontinence, or any other visible problem, and we almost always come up short.
I do periodically weight shift while I'm in my chair, and have only ever had two bedsores (one was on my elbow). Most of the time there's just no real rhyme or reason for why I start feeling symptomatic. The chest pressure gets really bad though. It feels like someone is filling me up with air and squeezing my sides all at the same time. I also start to get lethargic and feverish after about four hours of sitting. I've had various tests done to rule out serious heart or lung issues: blood works up, X-ray, CAT scan, sonogram & EKG. All of them came back fine. I take Prilosec OTC and have ruled out indigestion for the most part, because there's no obvious connection to meal times. I had a OBGYN exam to rule out anything on that end, nothing. Although, I have noticed a change in my cycle this last year, in the sense that around that week I feel worse than usual. During that week I'm usually achier, more tired and have more frequent fevers. All in all, it's been a vicious cycle, that has kept be bed bound most of the time. For whatever reason, the symptoms do subside a bit more when I'm lying down (not completely though). Knowing I'm going to feel uncomfortable makes me not want to bother getting up, which in turn lessens my tolerance for sitting up. It's a lose-lose situation. I'm just so tired of feeling nauseous, feverish, achy, and down right icky, 75% of the time. It's kind of like having the flu five days a week. It makes it very hard to be happy, or motivated, when you have the chills and feel discomfort.
I'm at my wits end. On one hand, I want to get up and be more productive. I end up feeling guilty and worthless for being in bed all the time. On the other hand, I legitimately feel sick, and lack the drive to do stuff and risk feeling worse. On BP days for example, I'm wiped by the time the nurse is gone, I'm showered and have eaten breakfast. Just sitting on the commode for three hours is taxing on my body, not to mention the constant stimulation the nurses have to do, to make me go to the bathroom. The whole process is both mentally and physically traumatic for me. It has also created hemorrhoids (how wonderful) that are directly irritated further by the entire process. I never had them before my accident, but I hear they are extremely painful. Although I can't feel the pain directly, it could be one of the contributing factors to my mystery symptoms and discomfort.
I end up chalking up a lot of my discomfort to autonomic dysreflexia, which is something many people with paralysis have to deal with. AD is the body's way of compensating for the fact that Ican't feel It is like nature's way of giving me a warning system. When there's something wrong, like my catheter being pulled, or an ingrown toenail, my body responds by elevating my blood pressure. The alleviation in blood pressure presents itself in different ways: chills, profuse sweating, muscle spams and throbbing headaches. If I start to feel symptomatic, I usually assume it's AD related and try to find the cause. If we do find a reason and fix the problem (such as repositioning me, or flushing the catheter) the symptoms subside almost immediately. Unfortunately, most of the time we don't find an obvious reason. So although I know my depression is a contributing factor to me being unmotivated and dissatisfied with my life, my reasons are not all in my head. My physical condition (aka-paralyzed) is the number one contributing factor to my depression, and my overall health and comfort has made it even harder to remain upbeat. Able bodied or not, no one likes being sick.
Having no real diagnosis or treatment for the chronic pressure, fevers (always low grade and always in the evening) and cold sweats makes me very frustrated and adds to my sense of hopelessness. As it is, I take over a dozen pills every day, and have the BP & catheter to contend with, all of which I absolutely hate. All of which, is unfortunately necessary to keep me alive, and relatively comfortable and healthy. The only problem is, it's obviously not working- at least not well enough. It's especially aggravating that I seem to be forever adding more pills and seeing few results. I take three different medication to help with depression, anxiety and insomnia (Pristiq, Remeron & Xanax). I take four different medications for my bowel & bladder related issues (Senekot, Colace, Detrol & Ditripan), on top of watching my diet. I watch my calorie intake and make sure to eat lots of fruits and/or veggies. Then there's the Prilosec, which is supposed to help with stomach issues and a multi-vitamin. It's bad enough being paralyzed, but feeling gross on top of that, just makes me want to curl up and sleep forever. It's like having a chronic illness, on top of a chronic condition. There's no cure in sight for my paralysis, and there's seemingly nothing to make me feel better. I wonder how many people with spinal cord injuries deal with similar problems. It's hard feeling like no one understands you and even harder feeling like there are no answers. I'm just stuck dealing with it; just like all the emotional pain.
Like I said, I've been feeling very down and tired of struggling so hard to cope with my situation, only to feel empty and sad. It's hard fighting for a life you hate living. That's why I started to seriously consider what it would mean to stop fighting. I mean, in terms of the physical and medical repercussions. It's not to say that I have already decided to stop trying. I'm literally just searching for answers. During these last five and a half years, few people have had any concrete answers to give me. There's no recipe for how to cope with having your life turned upside down over night, or how to deal with finding yourself complete stripped of yur independence. Everyone's situation and injury is different. The emotional scars and finding reasons to move forward have to be dealt with on your own terms. No one can say or do anything to make the emotional aspect of dealing with paralysis easier.
It's just infuriatingly frustrating when there's not any answers for the physical stuff. I get so angry sometimes. It seems so unfair that medical science has no cure; that they patched me up and sentenced me to live the life I have. It seems absurd and cruel to me at times, that my loved ones, doctors and nurses expect me to be happy, being paralyzed. It is not a high quality of life, no matter how you slice it; not to me. I feel I have the right to know all the options available to me, because at the end of the day, I'm the one living my life. I'm the one suffering, both physically and mentally. I'm the one that has to endure bowel programs, chronic aches, lack of privacy, cope with all of my memories and all of the loss. I never get a break from it. I never have the luxury of not thinking about it. I'm stuck, in every sense of the word.
I want to know what to expect if I were to say, enough is enough. What would happen if I stop having a bowel regime? What would that do, to a person in my condition? My doctor didn't really have an answer to that question. So I'm left wondering, who would have the answers? I'm not even sure who to ask, for some of my questions. That's why I've opened the subject up to general discussion. I figure there might be people out there who went through something similar with loved ones, or doctors, or nurses that have experience, working with people with paralysis and palliative care. My doctor thought I would qualify for hospice, if I decided to refuse nutrition, hydration and my treatments. He didn't know for sure. I'm wondering who would know. It's not as if I'm taking this matter lightly, and just saying I'm too sad, so I'm going to stop eating. I'm just curious to know exactly what my rights are and what to expect, from a medical perspective, if I chose not to sustain my life; if I decided to refuse help. In a way, I feel like everyone is tip-toeing around the answers, even if they know them, out of fear. It's as if people think the moment I have a few answers I'm going to die that very day. That's not the case. Surely, the thought of starving myself to death does not sound pleasant, and I'm in no rush to find out what it's like. I have looked into it though, as it is one of my only means of escape.
I've read up on the right to refuse nutrition and hydration. There is information based on eye witness accounts. For example, I read it's best not to intake any water at all, because it only prolongs the suffering. I read instead, you should just use a sponge to moisten the lips, to help alleviate the dryness, due to thirst and dehydration. I want answers, because if I really felt as though I absolutely had no will left to fight, I'd want to make my last days the most comfortable as possible. Refusing bowel program and what ever else, I'd decide to stop, would be careful decisions that I want to make based thinking things through and only ever as an absolute last resort.
I realize this might all seem morbid, and/or suicidal to the average healthy individual. The truth of the matter is, I have very little control over anything in my life and I've been hell and back. I know exactly what it's like to be on the brink of death. I've experienced being dependent on machines for life support. My life span is not that of the average person. I am not healthy. I know what it's like to feel like a burden and to have put family in the position to have to make life and death decisions for me. Therefore, I feel as though I both have to and want consider ALL of my options. I've already had to put my wishes down in writing, in my advanced directive, in case I'm unable to communicate my wants. I'm just at a place right now, where I want to know all my options, even if I decide to exercise while I still can communicate them. I mean, my living well basically already states everything I'm asking. I'm just wondering what I'd go through, and/or experience physically, based on medical experience and advice.
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I recently discussed some of these questions with my doctor. He was kind of vague in his responses. He's a PA with a visiting physicians group. He sees me at home about once a month. Most of his patients are elderly. It gets frustrating at times (even when I go to the hospital) because most doctors (including mine) aren't specialized in dealing with spinal cord injuries. I feel like most of the time we're just playing a guessing game, trying to pin point why I'm feeling sick. Most of the time, I get told it's a UTI or possibly neurological. In other words, they don't really know for sure. Understandably, it's probably just as frustrating for them, because I can only tell them secondary symptoms (since I can't actually feel what's going on) like fever, chills, chest pressure, sweating, etc. Given the fact that I have a catheter, my urine specimens always come back positive for infection, so half the time I wonder if it's a UTI that's making me feel sick or something else. All we ever do is run tests, but never find anything concrete. Honestly, I don't know that a specialist could do much better. I'd just feel more confident if I had more access to doctors that had more experience dealing w/SCIs. The only place we really have in NJ for outpatient care is Kessler Rehab, which is an hour commute. It's just not worth going there, every time I feel sick.
Aside from the emotional trauma and dealing with an insane amount of loss, living with paralysis has been physically taxing as well. One of the biggest problems for me personally, is my ever diminishing tolerance for sitting in my chair. My ability to sit in my chair, be productive, go places (not that I'm often itching to go out) and do things, has gradually become more and more uncomfortable over the past couple of years. The discomfort and the chronic sickness has made it very hard for me to find joy in the things I used to. Ever since I had a bed sore (6cm wide and deep- at its worst- on my upper thigh, below my backside) back in '08 my tolerance for sitting just isn't the same. The first couple of years post accident I could comfortably be up in my chair for 8hrs a day, 7 days a week. Now, I get out of bed on bowel program days (which ends up being like 3 hours on a commode chair-for BP & my shower) and then spend the rest of the day in bed; sitting up in bed for an additional hour or so around dinner time. I try to get into my power chair on non BP days, but lately it all depends how I'm feeling. The thing is, I end up getting very uncomfortable in my chair after only sitting for a few hours. My symptoms vary, but it usually starts off with a clammy sensation, followed by weird tingling throughout my body, then further followed by a gradual pressure building up in my chest and/or abdomen. On top of that, I'm constantly dealing with leg spasms, phantom pain and tingling in my legs and feet. I end up asking my aides or family to check if my catheter is kinked, if my clothes are wrinkled, if Id had an episode of incontinence, or any other visible problem, and we almost always come up short.
I do periodically weight shift while I'm in my chair, and have only ever had two bedsores (one was on my elbow). Most of the time there's just no real rhyme or reason for why I start feeling symptomatic. The chest pressure gets really bad though. It feels like someone is filling me up with air and squeezing my sides all at the same time. I also start to get lethargic and feverish after about four hours of sitting. I've had various tests done to rule out serious heart or lung issues: blood works up, X-ray, CAT scan, sonogram & EKG. All of them came back fine. I take Prilosec OTC and have ruled out indigestion for the most part, because there's no obvious connection to meal times. I had a OBGYN exam to rule out anything on that end, nothing. Although, I have noticed a change in my cycle this last year, in the sense that around that week I feel worse than usual. During that week I'm usually achier, more tired and have more frequent fevers. All in all, it's been a vicious cycle, that has kept be bed bound most of the time. For whatever reason, the symptoms do subside a bit more when I'm lying down (not completely though). Knowing I'm going to feel uncomfortable makes me not want to bother getting up, which in turn lessens my tolerance for sitting up. It's a lose-lose situation. I'm just so tired of feeling nauseous, feverish, achy, and down right icky, 75% of the time. It's kind of like having the flu five days a week. It makes it very hard to be happy, or motivated, when you have the chills and feel discomfort.
I'm at my wits end. On one hand, I want to get up and be more productive. I end up feeling guilty and worthless for being in bed all the time. On the other hand, I legitimately feel sick, and lack the drive to do stuff and risk feeling worse. On BP days for example, I'm wiped by the time the nurse is gone, I'm showered and have eaten breakfast. Just sitting on the commode for three hours is taxing on my body, not to mention the constant stimulation the nurses have to do, to make me go to the bathroom. The whole process is both mentally and physically traumatic for me. It has also created hemorrhoids (how wonderful) that are directly irritated further by the entire process. I never had them before my accident, but I hear they are extremely painful. Although I can't feel the pain directly, it could be one of the contributing factors to my mystery symptoms and discomfort.
I end up chalking up a lot of my discomfort to autonomic dysreflexia, which is something many people with paralysis have to deal with. AD is the body's way of compensating for the fact that Ican't feel It is like nature's way of giving me a warning system. When there's something wrong, like my catheter being pulled, or an ingrown toenail, my body responds by elevating my blood pressure. The alleviation in blood pressure presents itself in different ways: chills, profuse sweating, muscle spams and throbbing headaches. If I start to feel symptomatic, I usually assume it's AD related and try to find the cause. If we do find a reason and fix the problem (such as repositioning me, or flushing the catheter) the symptoms subside almost immediately. Unfortunately, most of the time we don't find an obvious reason. So although I know my depression is a contributing factor to me being unmotivated and dissatisfied with my life, my reasons are not all in my head. My physical condition (aka-paralyzed) is the number one contributing factor to my depression, and my overall health and comfort has made it even harder to remain upbeat. Able bodied or not, no one likes being sick.
Having no real diagnosis or treatment for the chronic pressure, fevers (always low grade and always in the evening) and cold sweats makes me very frustrated and adds to my sense of hopelessness. As it is, I take over a dozen pills every day, and have the BP & catheter to contend with, all of which I absolutely hate. All of which, is unfortunately necessary to keep me alive, and relatively comfortable and healthy. The only problem is, it's obviously not working- at least not well enough. It's especially aggravating that I seem to be forever adding more pills and seeing few results. I take three different medication to help with depression, anxiety and insomnia (Pristiq, Remeron & Xanax). I take four different medications for my bowel & bladder related issues (Senekot, Colace, Detrol & Ditripan), on top of watching my diet. I watch my calorie intake and make sure to eat lots of fruits and/or veggies. Then there's the Prilosec, which is supposed to help with stomach issues and a multi-vitamin. It's bad enough being paralyzed, but feeling gross on top of that, just makes me want to curl up and sleep forever. It's like having a chronic illness, on top of a chronic condition. There's no cure in sight for my paralysis, and there's seemingly nothing to make me feel better. I wonder how many people with spinal cord injuries deal with similar problems. It's hard feeling like no one understands you and even harder feeling like there are no answers. I'm just stuck dealing with it; just like all the emotional pain.
Like I said, I've been feeling very down and tired of struggling so hard to cope with my situation, only to feel empty and sad. It's hard fighting for a life you hate living. That's why I started to seriously consider what it would mean to stop fighting. I mean, in terms of the physical and medical repercussions. It's not to say that I have already decided to stop trying. I'm literally just searching for answers. During these last five and a half years, few people have had any concrete answers to give me. There's no recipe for how to cope with having your life turned upside down over night, or how to deal with finding yourself complete stripped of yur independence. Everyone's situation and injury is different. The emotional scars and finding reasons to move forward have to be dealt with on your own terms. No one can say or do anything to make the emotional aspect of dealing with paralysis easier.
It's just infuriatingly frustrating when there's not any answers for the physical stuff. I get so angry sometimes. It seems so unfair that medical science has no cure; that they patched me up and sentenced me to live the life I have. It seems absurd and cruel to me at times, that my loved ones, doctors and nurses expect me to be happy, being paralyzed. It is not a high quality of life, no matter how you slice it; not to me. I feel I have the right to know all the options available to me, because at the end of the day, I'm the one living my life. I'm the one suffering, both physically and mentally. I'm the one that has to endure bowel programs, chronic aches, lack of privacy, cope with all of my memories and all of the loss. I never get a break from it. I never have the luxury of not thinking about it. I'm stuck, in every sense of the word.
I want to know what to expect if I were to say, enough is enough. What would happen if I stop having a bowel regime? What would that do, to a person in my condition? My doctor didn't really have an answer to that question. So I'm left wondering, who would have the answers? I'm not even sure who to ask, for some of my questions. That's why I've opened the subject up to general discussion. I figure there might be people out there who went through something similar with loved ones, or doctors, or nurses that have experience, working with people with paralysis and palliative care. My doctor thought I would qualify for hospice, if I decided to refuse nutrition, hydration and my treatments. He didn't know for sure. I'm wondering who would know. It's not as if I'm taking this matter lightly, and just saying I'm too sad, so I'm going to stop eating. I'm just curious to know exactly what my rights are and what to expect, from a medical perspective, if I chose not to sustain my life; if I decided to refuse help. In a way, I feel like everyone is tip-toeing around the answers, even if they know them, out of fear. It's as if people think the moment I have a few answers I'm going to die that very day. That's not the case. Surely, the thought of starving myself to death does not sound pleasant, and I'm in no rush to find out what it's like. I have looked into it though, as it is one of my only means of escape.
I've read up on the right to refuse nutrition and hydration. There is information based on eye witness accounts. For example, I read it's best not to intake any water at all, because it only prolongs the suffering. I read instead, you should just use a sponge to moisten the lips, to help alleviate the dryness, due to thirst and dehydration. I want answers, because if I really felt as though I absolutely had no will left to fight, I'd want to make my last days the most comfortable as possible. Refusing bowel program and what ever else, I'd decide to stop, would be careful decisions that I want to make based thinking things through and only ever as an absolute last resort.
I realize this might all seem morbid, and/or suicidal to the average healthy individual. The truth of the matter is, I have very little control over anything in my life and I've been hell and back. I know exactly what it's like to be on the brink of death. I've experienced being dependent on machines for life support. My life span is not that of the average person. I am not healthy. I know what it's like to feel like a burden and to have put family in the position to have to make life and death decisions for me. Therefore, I feel as though I both have to and want consider ALL of my options. I've already had to put my wishes down in writing, in my advanced directive, in case I'm unable to communicate my wants. I'm just at a place right now, where I want to know all my options, even if I decide to exercise while I still can communicate them. I mean, my living well basically already states everything I'm asking. I'm just wondering what I'd go through, and/or experience physically, based on medical experience and advice.
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