Update: Drs Appointment

OK, so I mentioned I had a Drs appointment yesterday.

I'd actually been needing to go since November/December, but... I can't make appts because I can't use the phone, so Mr has to. Mr forgets to do things and has to be motivated constantly. Because I didn't want to go to the Drs, I haven't been reminding or motivating him. Yeh, vicious cycle. Anyway, on Thursday, when I was barely recovering from the work-focused interview, Mr informed me he was phoning the Drs on Friday. I hoped, for a future appt. He said no, for an appt on Friday. I had a wee breakdown... I agreed tho, just to get it over and done with.

It actually went well, we have a good Dr to talk with.


I've still got The Itch. Did I mention it got rediagnosed as Chronic Vulvitus? Or something like that. I was on a very potent steroid cream for 6 weeks; then a potent steroid cream for 6 weeks; and then it felt a bit better for a short while. Then I tried the hydrocortisone cream, and it made it itchier. Then I got confused. I was getting progressively more itchy, so had 2 weeks back on the potent steroid cream. My Dr has now prescribed me a moderate strength steroid cream, which I will use for 2 weeks before trying... errr... a nappy rash cream. Fun, hey?! I have shown improvements on the steroids. I mean, the very potent one made the skin very fragile and sore, on my thighs as well as my vulva. That improved on the potent one, and I've started to produce natural lubricant again. I think we're making progress, it's just working out how best to manage it now.


And... I am now on an antidepressant. Citalopram, to be precise. I've considered them for years. But I was too young, and homeopathy helped, and I simply didn't want to. I've been scared of losing my emotions, losing my libido, and a million other things. When they were given to me, I felt the weight of the stigma attached to them land on my shoulders. But I feel proud that I'm taking them. It feels like the most grown up decision I've ever made, because I'm actually trying to take control of my life. I feel positive about it.

The most difficult thing about it is that it sorta means delaying starting a family. That is really, really hard to deal with. Especially as we haven't used contraception/been careful since late 2011, and now we have to be somewhat careful again... I don't want to be on this long term, I'm hoping within a year I will be strong enough to manage without it, and then we can start TTC properly. But noone but our Dr and my homeopath knew we wanted to start a family, so noone knows how hard this is...

It's also not advised to take Ibuprofen with it, so I'm going to have to be super strict with that - I can't imagine getting through the first few hours of period pain without it, so we'll see how it goes. The Dr didn't mention my Dihydrocodeine though, so I assume that's ok!

As for the reason we've eventually taken this plunge with an antidepressant? Well... I am sick of feeling so overwhelmed, suicidal, unable to cope. Mr is struggling to deal with my hours of screaming/crying/shut down every day, and he needs something to stabilise my emotions. The reason my mental health has got so severe? ESA. Work focused interviews. Medicals. Appeals. Tribunals. Brown envelopes. Just hearing the letterbox go gives me a mini panic attack now.

I pray these tablets are worth delaying our family for. I pray they help me. I pray I can take control of myself again. And I pray that an improvement in my mental health won't mean they class me fit for work, because my physical health is still more severe when people realise.

 

This Blasted Illness

I can't say I'm coping very well atm. I've started taking dihydrocodeine regularly because it helps my anxiety, and I pray I don't get addicted.

I had my ESA medical on Friday. Thanks to Benefits and Work I was able to get it recorded. The day before (because of the need to set up the recording equipment) my time was moved from 3pm to 1pm. We arrived 12:50 ish, and weren't seen til nearly half 2... Turns out they now read your ESA50 before you go in, which was quite surprising. And of course took the guy a long time with 30 pages! It was good though, as it meant he understood a bit, and was able to ask relevant questions. And (maybe just because of the recording?) he treated me and my husband with respect, which was a nice change from all the Atos "practitioners" Mr has seen. I was even in the same room (and requested the same chair!) as my IB medical back in 2008.

As for how it went? Well, it all depends upon the tick boxes. I'm hopeful, but you never know. I need to be in the support group though, so even if I'm put in WRAG I'm going to appeal :( I cannot handle the interviews etc, they will kill me. I would say if I don't kill myself first, but I could never leave my husband.

My DLA tribunal is tomorrow, which is scary. At the end of the day, it's not the end of the world if I lose. Our finances stay the same. But I fit the criteria, and I will find it very difficult to accept if they turn me down. It's scary. I just wish the medical profession would offer me more support.

My head problems have got worse with all the benefits madness. My anxiety has got worse, my anger is a whole new level. Just really struggling.

I've been on several new homeopathy remedies this year, but none of them are quite helping me enough, so I don't know how far we will go. I only know that if I am taken off everything I will crumble.

We keep discussing proper anxiety medication. I may be nearing that point. I want to find an end to benefit battles and see if I can improve by myself. But if I can't, or they continue, it may be time.

Mr commented that it's adding years to my illness, fighting all these battles. I can't handle the words. But it's so true.

It's been 12 years, and yet I still can't handle it. We should be earning a living, buying a house and having a family. We shouldn't be going to court to get money to live because we're not even well enough to cook for ourselves. My OCD is becoming more apparent too, as we become more dependent on carers and I can't let go. I feel like I just need to shake myself and all my head problems and physical problems will go away, but they won't. I know I will be healed one day, but right now I can't accept being ill. I'm so angry.

And yes. 10 months later, I still have thrush. I have started doing gentle back stretches on a gym ball though, and I think it might actually be helping my back pain. There has to be hope somewhere?

It's been a while...

So, it's been a while since I updated again...

I got my ESA form sent off. 70 pages/30,000 words. Heh, yeah. It was 2 weeks late, but has thankfully been accepted.

I've got a medical date for end of this month. I've been in a constant panic attack since that letter arrived this morning. Matter of days before my DLA tribunal. Scared.

Going to ask for it to be recorded though *nods*

We're having our windows replaced atm, after they leaked all winter. It's very stressful, and difficult.

One of these days I'll have a full, cheerful post. I hope! :)

People don't have a clue...

About how ill the benefits system can make you. How it can destroy what little life you have left.

They don't have a clue about how Atos treat you, or how you have to fight just to have them believe you're ill.

They don't understand how ill you are, and how impossible the forms are. They don't have a clue what a medical is like, or how soul destroying it all is.

They don't understand that we don't choose to be ill, and that if we can't convince Atos how ill we are we will be left penniless.

They're healthy, they don't understand.

DLA prep I

About to do more DLA tribunal prep. So anxious, heart is pounding and want to cry. If this is the state I'm in when in bed with my husband just doing prep for the tribunal, what state am I going to be in on the day? This is a terrible ordeal.

Trying to blank out ESA for now. Trying to believe it will all be ok.
                                                         

Finished prep for the day. Had major brainfog initially but dihydrocodeine helped with that and we got a bit done. Noticed they'd lost some pages in copying my form though so going to have to mention that when Mr phones on Monday too!

Yesterday.

We managed to start prep for the DLA tribunal yesterday. Just a few bullet points for now so we know our main arguments. We're using the Benefits and Work guides. I'm a bit concerned though, as they are talking about this huge booklet of appeal papers, and we don't have anything like that... Are we missing something? Mr is going to have to phone up on Monday and find out, if we're able to wake up early enough.

He also needs to phone the ESA people, as the number they have for me is my parent's house. The thought of him doing them is stressing me out :(

Not coping as well today. I suppose this silly part of me always hoped that we'd be healthy before I was transferred to ESA. And some people dare say it's "just a form".

If I didn't have Mr and God I don't think I'd want to even try and stay alive to make it through all this. They're my strength and they fight for me.

New Battle.

With just under a fortnight until my DLA tribunal, today we start the prep for it. There is no funding available to help us, so we have to work it out ourselves.

Today I also received a brown envelope. This one informing me I'm being moved from IB/IS to ESA. It is terrifying. They intend to phone me in the next couple of weeks - I cannot use phones due to anxiety so here's hoping they will be content speaking to my husband. Then I believe I receive the forms, have very little time to fill them in, and will be faced with a medical and no doubt a tribunal. And then the 6 monthly renewals. It is terrifying. Trying to keep hold of my anxiety. Hoping this doesn't make us relapse. Praying that this isn't as hard as I think it will be.

Entries may be short, limited health, but I will try to follow the process here.

12 Years.

Tomorrow, I turn 22.

The last time I was well for my Birthday, I was turning 10.

This year, on top of the ME, the back pain and the thrush, I also have a cold.


Of course it saddens me some what, but I know it will be an amazing day with my husband and family <3


In other updates... Got homeopathy again this week, to try and sort out dosage confusions. Mr has ADHD clinic too. Next week I've got dentist, then week after that my DLA tribunal. My anxiety is remaining surprisingly low. Had the drs this week, and have a potential gyne referral for the thrush, and I am now on dihydrocodeine along with Mr.

It helps with my brain fog (well, the heavy weight of fog, frustration and anger in my forehead) as well as dealing with my sensitivities and pain, so it's quite good :)