It has been a trying week dealing with pain. On most days I have a very high tolerance for pain, but lately it has been hard.
Sleep escapes me at night. I spend most of my night, it seems, twisting and turning, trying to get into a comfortable position. My shoulders seem to pop out of place when I move. My arms fall asleep....instead of me. My legs hurt. My head feels like it is on fire, but I am not sweating. I switch positions on the bed in the hope that I can get more comfortable. I get up and turn on another fan. Yep, if I cannot get cool with one, then two should help.
I get up just a few minutes later to turn off one fan, because now I am too cold. Cold intolerance. Heat intolerance. What the heck is going on?
I get up in the morning, take a step and feel like I am going to die. My feet hurt like a thousand needles are being pierced into them. It's hard to walk so I lay back on the bed in the hope that the pain will subside and I will then make it to the bathroom before I pee myself from the sudden urge that now engulfs me.
This is just one day with POTS/dysautonomia symptoms.
I had no idea what this was even just a few weeks ago. I just knew that something wasn't right with me. An ER visit introduced me to POTS and my cardiologist confirmed POTS/Dysautonomia just a few days later.
His next few sentences just about went over my head as I sat there in a daze trying to comprehend what he was trying to tell me. I did remember him saying that we can just try to make my life as comfortable as possible from here on out.
Heat intolerance is the worst. I'm a heat-loving girl, born on an island, for crying out loud. How do I not go in the sun?
The truth is, if I am in the sun past 7:30 a.m. it is unbearable.
I'm tired. So tired! I can't explain it. I hurt. My fingers lock up on me. It's hard to open a simple jar. It's hard to turn the handle on a door.
It's hard to explain to my doctors what the level of pain that I am feeling is.
However, if I were to somehow transfer my pain to these doctors and nurses, I am positive that they would all collapse to the ground. I am sure they would all be squirming in agony, crying out for someone to help them, and puking uncontrollably everywhere because the pain is too much for them to handle.
It's past midnight and usually I wold be in bed considering that I am up a lot and get up at 6:30 in the morning.
Winston Churchill once said, "If you're going through Hell, keep going."
I lean on my favorite Psalm in times of difficulty:
"God is my refuge and strength....a very present help in trouble. Therefore I will not fear......"
No matter what happens, I will hold onto that.Until next time


