Occupational Therapist.

Back in September 2010, Mr had lost his ESA claim and had been put on JSA. His health was deteriorating on it, and he started using a walking stick which we got from my late Grandad.

We started trying to find a way to get him one on the NHS, and were referred to the ME specialist.

We saw the ME specialist January 2011, and after being told there was nothing they could do for him, he was signed off to a local physiotherapist, supposedly to have a look at his needs at home.

Eventually an appointment came through, but we had to go in to see her (late last year I think?) because she couldn't do home visits.

By this point, Mr's first walking stick had broken, and he was (and is still) using a hiking-walking stick of his parent's.

The physio was useless, told him that passive exercise and massage are useless (but we know that when you can't move independently it's really very good to keep moving) and said she couldn't help. But referred us to have an OT come visit us.

She came this afternoon.

Another person who couldn't understand that the specialist wouldn't see us. Couldn't help us. Another person who claimed knowledge in ME, but couldn't understand why Mr has a weak neck, or why he has pain everywhere. Another person who doesn't understand that you just have to muddle through and push through how rubbish you feel just to live. Another person who went on about pacing, and didn't understand how we could know about it if we'd never been on a course… I wanted to walk out in tears.

Heck, she was even trying to convince Mr to spend all his time sat in a dining chair because it would be easier to get in and out of, completely missing the point that he can't sit in chairs like that :|

The medical profession are generally "nice" to us. But they'e useless. And they have all formed such opinions of what ME is, and how to manage it, with no thought as to the people who actually have to live with it day in, day out.

We are getting a shower board to try. And she's supposed to be referring him to someone else to get a walking stick. But she couldn't help us with getting handles to hold on to in the bath. And she couldn't help get him supports for his body when sitting. And honestly? She didn't get ME.



In other news, I've had my ESA form for 6 days of my 4 week time limit, and I haven't even started it. I've had a virus since the day it arrived, and only today have I been able to move my eyes without pain :(

My Health.

My health isn't just a list of terms such as ME, depression, anxiety, sleep problems, back pain and thrush.

My health isn't just the information detailed within my NHS file - just a list of what the drs see - and how they choose to see it.

My health isn't the list of prescriptions I try each year.

My health isn't the smile I put on my face when I try to hide how I feel.

My health isn't the thousands of words and hours of essay writing taken to claim the most basic of sickness benefits.

My health is what I have to live with TWENTY FOUR SEVEN.

This year will mark 12 years with ME. Today marks 6 months with thrush. I wish I could have a break.

My Experience: Homeopathy

I'm hoping to slowly establish a series on here of personal stories of treatment experiences... Some may be positive, negative, or just neutral. If you'd like to share your story on a treatment for ME/CFS (or any of the other illness mentioned in this blog), leave me a comment or get in touch :)

Many people have issues with the concept of homeopathy - mainly because of a lack of science behind it. However, you could say the same about ME! Many state that the positive effects of homeopathy are merely a placebo effect... I beg to differ.

I started on homeopathy when I turned 17. I had been struggling with severe depression (as a result of ME) for about 2 months, with milder depression previously. My GP offered me a referral to Child and Family (which didn't come through until 6 months later - if that's the treatment for severe depression I feel sorry for anyone else), but I requested seeing a homeopath.

We're lucky where we live, as the NHS has a homeopathy service. They are all trained doctors who can pick up on anything important, whilst also listening to everything about you, and treating you with homeopathy. They are some of the most patient, understanding doctors I have ever met, leading a very chilled practise. Today my new homeopath spent 45 minutes just getting to know me and learning about me.

Saying that, we nearly lost the practise this year, and I have fought hard to keep them. There are now less staff (my main homeopath has gone), but I am relieved that I am still receiving treatment.

I lose track of the remedies I have been on, but over the years I have been on varying strengths of calc carb and sepia for depression. Today I have just been changed over to silica - very scary to change when I've been "ok" for so long, but if it will help maintain my head further than worth a shot.

Initially, back in 2007, my first remedy transformed me. It built this wall up in my head between me and the depression. It was quite a high wall, and the depression couldn't reach me over it. It transformed my life.

When I get tired, or things get too much, the wall often doesn't feel high enough to keep the depression out. It's been more obvious lately with my relapse, which is one of the reasons we're trying something new.

The other remedies I'm currently on are sarcolactic acid (which helps ease the extent of my aches and stiffness), and pulsatilla (which I take mid cycle to ease my PMT, which can be very bad!)

Most of the remedies I've been on have made really positive differences to my symptoms. However, I feel that the remedies that haven't made a positive difference are the proof needed that homeopathy works.

A lesser example are the remedies that simply do nothing - for example I tried one or two remedies to help my nightmares a couple of years ago - they did naff all.

The main example would be early 2008. My normal homeopath was off ill, and one of her colleagues prescribed me something without taking my personality into account. (And now you're thinking what the heck does personality have to do with medicine. Different personality traits reflect different elements within ourselves, and we all react differently to different things.) I don't want to say what I was prescribed, because it might be the perfect remedy for someone else. But for me, I was in bed within a matter of days, and it took me months to recover. If it was a placebo, that would not have happened - my attitude towards it was no different from any other remedies I take. If anything, I've been more fearful towards new remedies since then. But it can't let you be put off homeopathy, as what's the difference between that and side effects of conventional medicine?

Yes, homeopathy can make you feel worse initially, but so do many conventional medicines. It's just a different route to try.

Of course for some people homeopathy simply won't help them. And there's certain illnesses where conventional medicine must come first. But most of the people I've spoken to who didn't find homeopathy helpful, tried one or two remedies and gave up. Homeopathy is about trying different remedies, to find the right one that reflects your symptoms and your personality.

It has transformed my life, and if it's available on the NHS near you, I really recommend just giving it a try.