Quality Of Life

What defines quality of life?

Society would tell us

It’s a combination of good health, secure economic and housing status, family and friends and recreational activities

Reading over the aforementioned characteristics

It doesn’t seem like achieving a decent quality of life would be difficult

But all of that changes when you have a chronic illness

Especially one like MS

It doesn’t usually happen over night or in the blink of an eye

But over time

An MSer’s quality of life deteriorates or at the very least changes dramatically

Comparing myself to those qualities of a good

I can’t help but think I’m a little doomed

I don’t have good health

My economic security is interconnected to my chronic illness and changed greatly in the last few years

I’m lucky that I’m secure in my housing

My recreational activities have become limited

Friends and family especially during these trying times

Are not very accessible

And in the spirit of

transparency

I was never a very dependable friend

So these days

I can’t say I expect much from people

Anyway both family and friends come with their own sets of challenges

I recently had to take Gabapentin for a sensory pain I was having

The pain reduced probably by more than half

But my quality of life suffered

I felt lethargic and down

I didn’t complete any art for several days

I was pretty much restricted to my couch

So I was faced with the dilemma in making a choice between quality of life and pain management

I kept thinking

What’s the point of living if it consists of being like a zombie?

Granted I’d be a zombie in less pain

But a zombie nonetheless

I guess

In the end

I’d rather experience pain

And live

And doesn’t that just perfectly sum up my life?

Some days are just like that…

I guess this has become like a journal for me

I write here and I don’t care who reads it

Or who doesn’t

It’s cathartic

In ways that I can’t even express

So Dear Diary,

I had a bad day

Maybe a bad few days

After increasing my dose with the gabapentin

It had a really sedating effect on me

I take a lot of other meds so it seems with the increase

I was just being knocked out

So I’m back on the one pill

Still in pain

So I’m not sure where that leaves me

I called the clinic to inquire about a lesser dose

So we’ll see

I also had my monthly labwork

It’s for both Lemtrada

And for my low platelets

The nurse came to the condo again

It didn’t go well

A vein blew

If you have a blown vein, it means that the vein has ruptured and is leaking blood. It happens when a nurse or other healthcare professional attempts to insert a needle into a vein, and things don’t go quite right.

Healthline.com

I’m in a lot of pain

My left hand

My right arm

Today life is hard

Tonight I just want to close my eyes

And hope that when I dream

There is no pain

No fear

No regret

Just another uninspiring sick person

This is how I look when I’ve been waiting a week for the MS CLINIC to call me back after reporting a new symptom. I’m not surprised but I’m disappointed. Of course I want to live in a world where MS doesn’t exist but im not a dreamer so what I actually want is to live in a world where people with all types of illnesses can get the help they need. Especially when they reach out. Twice. It’s hard not to feel abandoned and isolated when literally no one can offer you help. Yes I know be strong, keep fighting and all those other phrases meant to motivate…but sometimes I want to lay my sword and shield down and just be a scared vulnerable person who sometimes just needs some help. This is what it’s like having MS in Canada, the country with one of the highest rates of MS. -rant over

Fuck MS

Pity party of one

I’m sick of my body being so broken

The nurse just left

I’m laying down with an ice pack on my hand

She got the vein in my hand but push inreally deep

The veins were rolling

The blood was oozing out so slowly

I could feel myself becoming nauseous

I felt weaker as she took an extra vial bc she wasn’t sure there had been enough blood before

I don’t get it

It’s not a lot blood

But I feel drained

Completely

I’ve been doing this for so long

I hate how it’s not easier

My hand hurts

No

The inside of my hand hurts

The vein

That I shouldn’t be able to feel

I hate how wrong that feels

I hate that I felt the need to apologize to her because of my shitty veins

I hate that it feels so unfair

I hate how things seemed to have piled up after the MS diagnosis

I hate that I still have to this for at least another 3 years

I hate that I did the Lemtrada treatment

I hate that I got ITP as a result

Most of all

I hate that I’m crying about it now