Help, I’m Falling Apart


…the glue that holds our parts together, isn’t holding me!

One of the all time favourite picture books in our house is Tedd Arnold’s “Help I’m Falling Apart”.   It’s a funny little story about a boy who notices strange things happening to his body.  He is horrified! When his parents finally cotton on to what is causing all the distress, they sit him down and explain what bodies do.  His dismay turns into relief.  He is normal.

 

Tedd Arnold Penguin Books 2000
Tedd Arnold
Penguin Books
2000

I so wish the shenanigans my body has been up to were normal. I’ve been trying for a long time to have someone help me identify the cause of my Dysautonomia so I can treat it, and if we don’t find one, accept it.  I feel like we are closer to an answer than we have ever been. As you know, I can’t rest while there are still possibilities that might explain and inform. Something that might improve our lives!  I say ‘our’ because when I am well, my whole family will have a better life. Whatever works for me works for the good of all of us. I want to be ‘normal’ again, that’s all.  I’ve been looking for someone who can explain why my body does all these abnormal things.

You might remember that earlier this year I convinced my General Physician to refer me to an immunologist.  I really wanted to have a conversation with someone who had a passionate interest in auto-immunity.  I have always wanted to believe my problems are autoimmune in nature because then there is a treatment pathway.  I guess it is only natural that I want something that can be treated.  That’s human, right?  If I don’t have an auto-immune aetiology and that has been proven, then I can accept that and carry on with other investigations.  If all of them prove fruitless at least I will know that I didn’t leave a single stone unturned.

Today was the day of that appointment.  The immunologist, Dr Ameratunga was outstanding.  He got stuck straight into my medical history, listened carefully to my answers, took my assorted bits of paper with a promise to do more research.  And then he asked me if i would mind seeing another immunologist tomorrow who works out of his private practice.  The guy he wants me to see is a neuro-immunologist.  And just like that I am booked in to see him.  The neuro-immunologist has already seen my case and consulted on it from Wellington.  He works in Auckland one day a week. I am looking forward to meeting him in person so I can discover if there is anything further he can add.

And, I still have my little seedling of channelopathy hope perched on the windowsill of my mind.   How strange that after two years of languishing with no proactive assistance on all the other fronts, it looks like I am getting help with the other avenues of possibility too.  Lots of positive movement going on right now.  My head is hopeful. I wish it could translate some happy juju to my body.  Sometimes, even one appointment away from home can be too much for me.  Today, I can barely swallow my mouth is so dry.  I am typing with my eyes shut because my pupils are doing weird things. It is disturbing having my eyes open. Once, during a childhood argument my brother called me “A POO WITH EYES IN IT” (best insult ever).  And that is exactly how I feel.  Like a large lump of amorphous refuse. Blinking at the assault of light on my eyes, horrified by the discovery that I am in fact, a poo.

Before I left his consulting room, Dr Ameratunga said “we need to solve this”.  And I cried.  No tears though, they don’t seem to be working today.  Just that chin tremor moment.  I hope he didn’t see. It’s a big rollercoaster ride and finding caring doctors is pleasantly overwhelming. By the time the hubster and I were back in the parking lot, I wasn’t the only one with a tremoring chin.  “What a good morning!” he said, incredulous.  I smiled through my fog. I so sometimes wish I could choose when to have energy and vitality and enthusiasm.  If I could, I would have chosen that moment.  Because that’s all good stuff, right?  I’m making progress on a few fronts.

I just feel too exhausted to celebrate.

9 thoughts on “Help, I’m Falling Apart”

  1. oh my god – poo with eyes in it. Hilarious.

    And I sure hope that Dr did see your chin tremor – sometimes these Dr’s ned to know, need to see how important this stuff is to the people they are treating.

    Oh good luck Rachel – all my wishes for good luck your way today, I hope that seedling blooms like mad. x

    1. My brother was particularly talented at coming up with insults when we were growing up. He had me in stitches most of my chlidhood with his funny ways. Poo-with-eyes-in-it has always had top spot though!

  2. Thinking of you beautiful and praying you get some answers. Fingers and toes crossed this roller coaster of a health ride comes to a STOP. Wishing you only good health, love and laughter. I often read your blogs and usually come to tears. Bless u xx

  3. I think I’m almost as happy as you and the hubster! You are the most amazing person I’ve ever ‘met’. You add so much value to so many lives that I can’t believe you will not find what you need. It just feels like the universe has to heal you because we need you here with us. Continued prayers for you from me and my pals St. Jude and St. Monica.xx

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