Now, to discuss the not-so-good and the bad days I have.

Since adding the new trigger of weather in 2009, I have many not-so-good days.  It is just a factor living in East Tennessee.   I know, it could be worse, I could live in the UK.  Having many friends over there, I know they have lots of rain. 

If I wake up with what I call “waterbed effect”, it is a not-so-good day.  What this means is I wake up feeling like I am on a waterbed.  Not that the bed is wet (that is a post for another blog), but the slight motion of being on a waterbed when I don’t have one.  With this effect, I stagger out of bed much more off balanced than I usually am.  I will only drive feeling this way when I absolutely have to and if I do have to go anywhere, I have to be able to remain in the car or seated as much as possible.  During this time, I am much more susceptible to having drop attacks and this is not a desirable possibility. 

In the last couple years since I have really been more diligent in tracking these symptoms via an app on my iPod called My Pain Diary: Chronic Pain Management, I have found that I have these not-so-good days more in the days leading up to a full bout.

With the rain, I also have physical pain in my ears.  The pain isn’t intense, but more of a dull, burning ache.  What makes it really bad is that it is in both ears simultaneously and continuously.  This, after a few hours, causes a headache to set in.  When it gets to where I am ready to scream and cut my ears off, I take some Tylenol and grab the heating pad.  I bought me a microwavable heating pad that is aromatherapy as well and meant to fit around the neck.  This allows me to lay down with it and apply to both ears at the same time.

From not-so-good we travel deeper to the bad days.  If I wake up with what I call “lake effect”, I know I will be vertigo by the end of the day.  Lake effect is when I wake up feeling like I am on a rubber floatation device out in the middle of the lake.  Some people, when I say I will be vertigo by the end of the day usually snap back that I need to be more positive.  This is NOT me being negative.  It is me having lived with this dragon since November 2004.

Unless I have an obligation that I have to tend to, I usually get my cane, take my medication and go back to bed.   I do not drive or go out of the apartment at all when I am like this, unless someone is escorting me to the doctor (rare).  When I am in a bout, I am vertigo for two days.  During this time, I sleep.  My doctor has me on a psychotropic drug to help with the vertigo and I take it with a shot-glass of Pedialyte. 

The Pedialyte helps with the nausea.  I have learned to suppress the vomiting as I am the only one who would clean it up and I am in no condition to clean up vomit when I am vertigo.  Another trick I have picked up during this time is to get through my apartment without opening my eyes.  Most will tell you to open your eyes when you are vertigo.  For me, if I open my eyes, I will vomit.  I keep them closed and move about at an extremely slow pace.  During this time all I consume is the medication and Pedialyte.  I go from my bed, to the kitchen to the bathroom and back to bed all without opening my eyes.  This is my life for two days.

If you have ever had vertigo, imagine having it for two days while taking a psychotropic drug to help you with it.  (Side note – I don’t know how this drug is supposed to help the vertigo, all I do know is it knocks me out so I can endure the two days) 

Following these two grueling days I am very vulnerable for several more days.  First, it takes at least 12 hours of laying on the couch to get rid of the heavy fog which is a side effect of the drug and a residual effect of the vertigo.  Also, I am even more susceptible physically to drop attacks as I am physically worn out.  With the emotional toll it takes on me I am extremely vulnerable as well in that area.  This doesn’t mean you need to “walk on eggshells” around me, it just means you need to know that I am on an emotional roller coaster for several days.

  April of last year, I had three bouts back-to-back in one week.  This left me completely beaten up.  As a result of this, I contemplated ending the reign of Galar by destroying his prey, me.  I spent a week in the psych-ward at the hospital as a result of this.  It took this for my psychologist to finally believe me when I told him I was not depressed.  I was never diagnosed with depression.  I was diagnosed with Meniere’s w/psychosis.  There are depressed thoughts and idealizations, but not depression.

As an isolationist, I try to keep my contact with people to a minimum during the time immediately following a bout.  I know I am prone to taking things the wrong way and don’t want to make any comments that could cause ill feelings for the other person.  It is during this time that little things really mean the most to me (they always mean a lot, though).   An e-mail, an IM or a text that might simply say “hello” or “I’m thinking about you” go a long way in helping me get through this ugly period after a bout. 

To conclude, if I disappear for a while or seem even quieter than usual, it is nothing to do with you (well, probably not you), but instead, it is me trying to get back to a normal parameter following another bout with this hideous dragon.  Kind of like how you need to take time to get your family and household back in order following a tiresome visit by kinfolk you are kind of glad you don’t see very often. 

This question gave me pause.  I could have burst out with all kinds of things, but held my tongue.  So many people mean well and just say what they think they should.  However, just as helpless as others feel, those of us with Meniere’s (or any chronic illness for that matter) feels just as if not more helpless.  For me, I think it is those who just sputter out “feel better soon” or “I’m praying for you”.  I know these comments give some sort of peace to the speaker, but not to me.  It has nothing to do with who is speaking.  In general, I feel a warmth knowing that someone cares enough to attempt to help me feel better.  It is my head knows that I will feel this way at some level until someone finds a cure for this (thus far) incurable disease.

Years ago, before she passed away, I had an elderly neighbor, Ms. Jewel.  She was so sweet.  She wanted me to let her know when I was in a bout and one time she was chastising me for not telling her I was laying up stairs for two days with vertigo.  I finally aid. “What could you have done, but watch me sleep” as that is all I can do when I am vertigo.  I take my medication and it knocks me out, so I sleep.

Not knowing what to do or say, I believe is what causes many people to “leave” when someone gets sick.  There are times that a person may have an illness and require others to be there to tend to various needs.  But so often, when the person who suddenly gets an illness can no longer do the things you used to do with them you can’t figure out how or where you fit into their lives any longer.  This is what has happened to me.  I used to hike, play volleyball and many other things before Meniere’s entered, all those people I did these things with are gone.  Perhaps I can no longer engage in these activities, but I miss the friendship and camaraderie I felt with these people.

If there is someone in your life that has Meniere’s or an illness that is “invisible” and they are unable to do many things, don’t be afraid.  You don’t have to always talk about the illness and while it may be a bit painful to talk about the things you used to do together, it can also help that person.  It can remind them that your friendship is greater than the activity they can no longer engage in.  Call them up, or better yet, go see them.  Just sit and spend time with them talking about anything.  If there is something you see that needs to be done and you know they are unable to do it, volunteer or just do it for them.

Other things to help both of you feel useful instead of helpless, take the person for a drive (if their health permits) and just enjoy some time outside.  Personally, I get tired of not being able to get out and enjoy the out of doors and would love to have someone care enough to take that kind of time to spend with me.  We want to feel like useful members of society.  Anything you can help this person do to accomplish that is a good thing.  This morning I was texting with a friend in another state and she is one of three that I bid “good morning” to every morning (unless Galar is visiting) and this helps me in a small way feel like a useful member of society.

Little things mean everything to those who can no longer do the big things in life.  Even if someone takes the time to bring me something that  I don’t necessarily like, I appreciate it more than words can say because I know they were actually thinking about me and wanted to see me even if it was for just a few moments.

I am sitting here in my ‘prison cell’ and reading Tweets and Facebook posts with all the holiday greetings.  Since I am a writer, my mind swirls around all of this.  Having Meniere’s, my head spins around all of this. 

This can be a very trying time for those with Meniere’s Disease whether you keep Chanukah, Christmas or Kwanza.  The menu has to change to limit the sodium (this means most people won’t be happy eating bland food to accommodate you) as the majority of holiday treats are laden with salt.  This can be stressful for someone like me as I feel guilty causing such an inconvenience (not that I get any invites to share holiday meals).  The added stress that society piles on making people feel that holidays cannot be experienced unless you give store-bought gifts to EVERYONE you know can also set us back (and I don’t me financially).  Then there is the stress of decorating and the stress of having to go places and see people you aren’t that fond of.

Stress and salt out of the way, lets look at the other triggers.  Allergies (not one of my triggers), with bringing live, cut plants into your home brings in mold and other airborne allergies.  Digging out the supplies stirs up and allows dust to fly about.  This is one trigger I am glad I don’t have.  Weather is another big one right now.  In some areas it is the rainy season, but mostly folks want snow.  I seem to be set off when any weather front comes near.

If you are a friend or family member of someone who battles this wretched dragon, I hope you will truly be filled with the holiday spirit and NOT push this person to participate in everything.  visit with them so they don’t feel forgotten or left out, but understand that while you don’t see anything obvious as wrong, they are still feeling it on the inside and it can be very ugly for them.  Be understanding and know it is the dragon we loath, not y’all.

Right now, many of you (yes, me too) just want to curl up in a corner and wait out the triggers.  You know yourself and how you are affected.  I send good thoughts to you and hope you will take it easy and not push yourself and pay big time later.  Through these holiday highs (and lows) I will be on the couch if you need me.

I established a bucket list of sorts as my new year resolution this past January.  It will go undone as no one seemed to care enough to want to help me when I sent out a plea.  I have been screaming for help for a long time now and no one gets it.  I sit and listen to the ills that everyone else has but when I even attempt to say how I feel I am either turned away or told just to get over and go on.  I know others have their issues and they deserve to have their say and I respect that and let them talk whilst I listen.  I would never take that away from another human being.  I will continue to listen, but never again will I attempt to confide in you or trouble you with how I feel.

When my grandfather and step-grandmother died, so did the last of the love I ever truly received.   My beloved best friend Sissy had dubbed me Miss Independent not long after we became friends.  My greatest strength and my greatest weakness were always one and the same, my independence.  When I have in the past few years made known my needs, they weren’t filled.  I kept writing about it in my blogs and as posts on FaceBook, but no one ever tried to reach out and help ease the pain.  I will say this one last time, LONELINESS KILLS. I find it fascinating that none of the so-called Christians nor Messianic believers I know in this area could reach out to me and yet when I voice my feelings all they can do is preach at me and I am supposed to accept it.  I seem to recall a passage in the scriptures that talks about the Messiah separating the sheep and the goats and the goats question the Messiah when he says they never came to visit him when he was sick or in prison.  “When you have done it to the least of one of these…”

If anyone is actually reading this, you may have questioned the date.  Well I thought it would be fitting to exit this world the same day I entered it.  I am an organ donor and to my belief the only organ that will most assuredly not be able to be used will be my lungs (asthma is a harsh way to go, but the best for helping more people live).  I have my will and living will in tact with all my wishes specified and will have a hard copy of each signed and notarized prior to my departure as I will lay them on the in-take desk at the emergency room when I arrive.

Since I have been nothing more than an afterthought in life, I hope that I will be just as important to everyone in death.  If you feel guilt after I am gone, I hope it is excruciating.  I feel people only experience guilt IF they have something to be guilty for.  Shed no tears for me after I am gone as you did not want to even share laughter with me while I was here.

It has been a very long run, but it is time for the curtain to come down on this joke of a show.  I thank you for the abuse and all the ways you only used me.  I do hope you will not find anyone else to treat this way.  I only wanted peace in the world and for people to just accept each other and not try to shove their own ways and beliefs down other peoples throats.  Perhaps I was undeserving of love because I am substandard in every way, but please love every human being as if they are your closest kin.

In February 2007, I was at home watching the Law & Order: SVU episode where they were looking for a person who was involved in a virtual reality world called “Another Universe”.  This gave me an idea.  I found that Another Universe is fictitious, however there is another virtual reality world that was alive and well called Second Life (later in 2007 Second Life (SL) would be depicted on CSI).  I had my laptop at work and created an avatar and entered the world.  Due to not having internet at home at the time and issues with my laptop I did not make it off Orientation Island.  I put SL aside and went on with my life.  In the midst of Meniere’s I dealt with the death of my father and a treatment that took away my immune system and left me fighting colds and infections.

October 2007 I watched the CSI episode involving SL and was reminded of my failed attempt at entering that world.  I couldn’t recall my avatar’s name and password.  So I created a new avatar and called her Parker Janick (Parky).  I made it into SL this time and began exploring.  I would spend my free time at work in SL (I worked nights at a television station and was all alone there)  During my exploration I was clicking things and not knowing what I was doing things would happen.  One time I clicked something and received a blue box and clicked yes.  I then went to change a tape and when I returned, my avatar was dancing.  I sat there and cried for about five minutes.  I could no longer dance in Real Life (RL), but I could dance in SL.

I continued to explore and ultimately got internet at home where I could explore more.  I made friends, learned how to swim and do many other things in SL.  I finally found my life again.  Along my journey I began meeting other people with chronic illness and issues.  There are those who are bed ridden and others who are in wheelchairs.  I have even met three others in SL who have Meniere’s Disease.  It helped at one point when I begin attending a support group in SL for people with chronic illnesses and/or their caretakers.  One thing was certain, we all came into SL for the same reason, to do things that we could no longer do in RL.

I can’t do much in RL that I used to do, but in SL I am thriving.  I own a Celtic Pub where everyone is welcome (as long as they obey the rules) and I host twice a week at a friends jazz and blues club.  I am involved with writing groups and even attend a Writer’s Circle once a week where I read some of my own work.  I recently submitted a poem for a contest in SL and won first place.  I even wrote a short story called The Damsel And The Dragon about why I am in SL and it was published in a SL magazine.

I highly recommend SL to those with Meniere’s Disease or any chronic illness that keeps you from doing the things you love to do.  You can do those things again by using an avatar in SL.  Use this link http://secondlife.com/.  to find your life again, even if it is virtual.  I would still much rather be dancing, hiking and swimming in RL, but for now I will do these things in SL and keep my mind active while meeting new people from around the world and making friends (gaining contacts) in the process.  Don’t let your illness deprive you of your life.

A shot I staged to go with my short story The Damsel And The Dragon

Me dancing with some friends at my pub

The beginning of September 2008, I set an appointment with my neuro-otologist to have grommets inserted into both of my ears for the purpose of using the Minette Device.  The device would cost me $3500 out of pocket.  At the time this wasn’t a real major issue as I had some money in the bank and could cover it.  However, two weeks after setting the appointment, I was told that ten of the twelve employees at work (including me) would be losing their jobs as of October 31, 2008.  I was devastated and and contemplated not having the procedure.  Friends I discussed this with urged me to go forward with it and if I ran into financial difficulty due to all of it, they would be there for me.

I have always been taught that if you treat others with respect and in a dignified manner then it will be returned to you.  In other words, “You reap what you sow”.I have always done my best to treat others respectfully.  Even those who have done me ill I treat at least cordially.  After all we are all human beings and must get on together to survive on this planet.

Friday, I went for my three month check-up with my Otologist.  He came in with his nurse and nurse practitioner and asked how I was doing.  After a bit of banter I told him that I am still looking for a one-way ticket to Iraq.  a little more banter and he realized I wasn’t joking when I asked him to schedule my autopsy I have been requesting.  He preformed the exam and then I stood there and proceeded to throw a bit of a tantrum.

I know what you are thinking, but put away your visions of a two-year-old pitching a fit.  I don’t scream, yell or stamp my feet (I’d fall down if I tried).  In fact, the worst I have done in recent history was call the workers at Hardee’s a bunch of plebeians.  I went on to say, through a veil of tears, that I am angry, bitter and just plain unhappy.  The trio only watched, listened and tried to answer my questions.  My doctor felt this long over due as well as educational for his green nurse practitioner.

This past weekend I updated my computerized Medial Alert Card (ICE).  While I did this I was prompted to add my Living Will and pulled it up as well as a form to complete my Last Will and Testament.  I went back through the pages of my life as I completed these forms.  I remembered the promises of others along with the promises I made to myself.  It seems all those promises were empty.  I would like to think that those who made those promises to me made them in good conscience.  However, from here, looking back they are empty and without the prospect of ever being filled.

I had dreams for my life.  I wanted to be a wife, mother and ultimately a grandmother.  It was my deepest desire to pass on to my children and grandchildren all I learned from my grandparents.  But in one god-forsaken diagnosis all my dreams were shattered and fell to the ground around my feet.  There is no shoulder for me to cry on.  No arm for me to hold to steady my balance.  I am angry that there is a disease that has no known cause, no known cure and not very much research being done to rectify this.  this leaves me unhappy and alone.  The loneliness has bred bitterness.  If only the promises had not been empty perhaps some dreams would not have shattered.

The thoughts for this blog post have been forming for a while, then last night they were coming closer to the surface.  This morning I had a bit of a FaceBook e-mail exchange with another friend and helping to educate her about Meniere’s.  Again, as I was confidently typing my responses to her I couldn’t help but feel so utterly and completely helpless inside.  Sometimes I have to step back and look at myself.  I have the ability to display to the world the most confidence and surety while inside I am falling apart at the seams.  Where do the helpless go to get help and support?  What can we do to sure up the rupturing dams within?

There are some forums on-line and for some of the lucky there are local support groups you can attend in your area.  I have been part of these forums, but there are no local support groups to attend.  I have been approached several times to start one in this area.  However, giving how I feel and knowing it would be common, I believe it would be difficult as we don’t always feel like sitting in a room with others trying to be supportive and therefore we opt to just stay safe and comfortable on our couches and beds.  Sometimes we are supported by spouses, children, parents and others who are there or come over to help out.  I survive on my own.  I have been trying to be supportive of a few others with Meniere’s who need a shoulder and an ear (not that I have much left in the way of ears **insert chuckle here**).    I am glad that I can be here the best I can for anyone who needs me.  Just ask.  If I don’t have the answers I will try to find them or direct to the answers the best I can.

Let me go back to something I mentioned earlier.  Danny Pancy is a gentleman who has Meniere’s Disease.  He is also a photographer.  He put together a 20 minuted DVD to help others understand what we with Meniere’s go through.  The only audio is white noise since we have tinnitus in our ears 24/7.  Mr. Pancy has used his talents as a photographer and the wonderful technology available to distort photos to help display the way we view things.  I have shared this DVD with others so they can better understand.  It helps them feel a little less helpless.  Check out Mr. Pancy’s DVD on his website http://www.shutterfreaks.com/Pancy-Menieres/contact.htm.

For those who have Meniere’s we know there is really know way to feel less helpless when we are in bouts.  For others, those who know us and care about us, staying away is not the way to help us or you feel less helpless.  I know, too well, intimacy with loneliness.  This adds to my stress, but I keep going on knowing it will always be this way for me.  But I plead with others to reach out to those you know with Meniere’s and educate yourself, not for the purpose of trying to ‘fix’ them, but for the sheer purpose of trying to better understand.  Sites like http://www.menieres.org/ and http://www.vestibular.org/ are great sources to start with.  We just want to feel normal and feel like those who cared about us before the dragon invaded are still there for us and still care.  Don’t be afraid just because we can’t do the things we used to be able to do.  There are still other things we can do, like sitting and chatting about life and things in general.  If you treat us differently, especially by disappearing, then to you we become the disease.  Show us that we are still human beings worthy of your time and your friendship.  The helpless feelings may never totally disappear, but they can be diminished in all of us.

I tried to have more pleasant thoughts to lull my back to sleep, but they just didn’t come and the next time I looked at the clock an hour had passed.  I figured that since I intended to get up early to go do the laundry and run errands I would just go ahead and get up now and try to do something productive.  Here it is.

It seems that when my head is in this Xanax/Meniere’s induced fog (at times lasting several hours after getting up) I have what I call my “hair-brained” ideas.  Some of them actually turn out to be good once te fog lifts and I can tweak them and think them through.  Others, not so much.  This morning as I tossed and turned and tried to find positive to return to my slumber, I thought about this blog and how idle it seems at times.  Then the proverbial light bulb went off.  Use the blog to relay information.  As the fog is trying to lift, I recall that was my actual intent when I first set this up.

During my early morning visionary thoughts, there was a crawl at the bottom of the screen.  “Surviving Meniere’s” was all it kept repeating.  Then I came here to post.  I have chatted on-line with many who have Meniere’s and while we cope and try to get our loved ones to think we are truly surviving, we are not.  We are in fact, just going through the motions and living moment to moment.

Surviving implies winning.  Every day that we make it through with out going stark raving mad, removing our ears or at worse eliminating ourselves is survival for us.  While some do not experience some of the symptoms that can really send you reeling, each part of this disease takes its toll on the body and soul.  With this in mind I am going to begin here in this series of Surviving Meniere’s and looking back at my last blog post which was a sort of chat with Mr. Van Gogh.  One thing you need to survive, or at least give the impression you are surviving is a sense of humor.  So dust yours off, or if you don’t have one, find one (beg, borrow, steal, buy.  Whichever method you can to obtain even a little bit of a sense of humor).

It can be difficult to find humor in this disease.  But when relating stories of your bout against the ugly dragon, the humor can find its way to the surface.  I had taught myself to drive with full vertigo and when someone would find out as I would chatting with them and we were both heading to our cars, I would tell them it was okay, because I was always good at coloring between the lines.  I would drive by focusing on keeping my car between the lines on the roads.  With horrified looks on the faces in front of me, I would always retort, “It’s okay, I will give you a head start out of the parking lot.”  This would invoke a chuckle and lighten things up regarding a nasty situation.  No, it may not be easy to find humor, especially when you have been full vertigo for days, but trying to can help put you at ease and thereby those around you are put to ease as well and can make things just a tad bit more tolerable.

Here is to a spin-free, pain-free day.

The third week of June, just one week before my scheduled appointment with my doctor, I decided to relax in bed for a while before getting up to enjoy the Shabbat.  I rolled over on my left side and tucked the pillow up under my neck.  At this point I felt a ‘crunch, crackle and pop’ in my left ear.  I lay perfectly still for a bit, afraid to move, not knowing what was happening.  When I finally sat up my world was spinning.  I had not felt this way since mid October.  I made my way to the couch and pretty much remained there until Monday when I could call the doctor.

Anyone who has Meniere’s or is close to someone with Meniere’s, knows how unpredictable this monster is.  by the time I got in for my Friday appointment, we had determined that I now have a third trigger ~ WEATHER.  Now I fully understand those who refer to themselves as “walking barometers”.  We got new grommets inserted and this time they should last two years.

While I didn’t have issues with the original triggers after the grommets were inserted, I still have minor issues with the weather changes.  It seems that when the weather changes now I get a dull ache deep in my ears and experience some fluttering.  In the beginning of September I was lucky enough to get H1N1.  This proved to have a bad effect on my ears.  I had lots of aching and it seemed my hearing worsened.  When the illness cleared I noticed that I now have constant tinnitus in both my ears instead of just the left ear.  My doctor sternly advised that I not get either versions of the flu again for the remainder of the season. (As if…)

Earlier this week I was getting over what I initially thought was a second round of the flu, but  thankfully, turned out to be Acute Bronchitis instead.  My left ear began doing weird things so I put in a call to my otos nurse.  When she returned my call, we talked.  She reminded me about the weather and advised I take it easy and keep an eye on things and call back if they don’t improve or get worse.  you know, the usual blah, blah, blah.

Everyday we have ups and downs.  Right now it appears that I am on more of a Merry-Go-Round.  For four years I felt as if I was on a very wild roller-coaster.  I HATE roller-coasters, so I am glad I am no longer on that part of this ride.  I will accept being on a Merry-Go-Round with Meniere’s although I wish I could be on a real one instead.  I will continue to research (for now with a clearer head) and write my book while educating anyone and everyone I can about this dragon that invaded my life five years ago.  one day, he will be totally defeated.  Until then, my sword stands ready to fight whenever he comes to prey.