There’s no time like the present. 3:30 am, listening to Pandora, wiggling in bed attempting to lessen the pain. So here goes.
As some of you know, my life has taken a train wreck turn these last few years. No one plans for a train wreck, especially one that seems to stay off the tracks indefinitely, but that’s where I find myself. Sleepless, in pain, unable to change the course. I have a long laundry list of diagnosed conditions, and an even longer list of symptoms that point to additional conditions yet to be diagnosed. It seems, though, the central component is Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, a genetic collagen disorder. Just fyi, here’s a definition of collagen:
“any of a class of extracellular proteins abundant in higher animals, especially in the skin, bone, cartilage, tendon, and teeth, forming strong insoluble fibers and serving as connective tissue between cells, yielding gelatin when denatured by boiling.”
So, yea, having a collagen disorder means the very basics of your body are messed up. And it means literally anything can go wrong. Like intense leg pains at 3 am. Why? Well, I’m sure some very well-paid doctor at the Mayo Clinic could explain it all very eloquently, but I’m still waiting for that appointment. As soon as I find $5k to foot the bill, I’ll have that conversation with that doctor. Until then, I just try to make the pain stop.
In laymen’s terms, my nerves, muscles, and connective tissues betray me. And then there’s the good ol Autonomic Nervous System, or Dysautonomia in my case. It’s the joker that’s always trying to make me think a hungry lion is chasing me. Ugh. It’s getting old. Lions don’t even live near me!! Just chill out.
As a coping mechanism, I’ve given my most frustrating/debilitating conditions names. Most are not pg rated, but just this little bit of separation from illness helps. And tonight “Francis” (the leg pain) needs to tone it down. Then there’s the ever-present “Effer,” the usual pain. I say “usual,” not because it’s a normal or moderate pain, but because it’s the usual high-level muscle/nerve/connective tissue/skin pain I have every moment of every day. It is a real bugger. Sometimes it keeps me from walking or even moving much. Other times I’m able to move some. But if I overdo it on the moving around, or haven’t moved quite enough to his tastes, Effer definitely lets me know.
Tomorrow I drive to the Immunologist, who treats “Mark,” the Mast Cell Disorder. Basically, Mark lies to my body and tells it that I’m allergic to nearly everything in the universe. In truth, I’m not. But Mark is pretty loud. He’s obnoxious. And he never shuts up.
I’d like to begin writing a bit about my journey, and I invite you to come along. I have no idea what to expect, but I’m sure it’ll be a grand adventure!
Alright, “Betty” the Brain Fog says it’s time to go now. I’ll be back later. ๐ Now can someone please tell “Dusty” the Dysautonomia that there is no lion!!! And seriously, Francis, it’s really time to put a lid on it.
To learn more about Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, or EDS, read stuff from this site: https://www.ehlers-danlos.com/what-is-eds/