Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Day’s… Week’s… Months


It literally has been days, weeks and months since I last blogged. This is mostly because I’ve simply been too exhausted, to tired and too ill to sit and write what I hopefully am doing right now.

Without reading back, I wonder if I had mentioned I was suffering breathing problems? Pretty much from October 2009 through till late August 2010, I suffered from what I now know is called strider. It’s the sound that comes in relation from a narrowing in the throat (stenosis). To ignore the medical terms, and to listen to me, I sounded like Darth Vader. Add this breathing noise to the sounds of using the crutches and it really like I’d walked off the set of a Star Wars movie. Anyhow to catch you up quickly, I had ended up down at the local hospital one night with difficulty breathing. Not just noisy breathing, but the actual process of moving air into my lungs, much like an asthmatic. This prompted an outpatient appointment with ENT (ear, nose and throat) at the Alfred hospital 3 months later. Once I was seen, and the young registrar had numbed the back of my nose, and inserted a camera up it and down the airway, many names were screamed. Not swearing from my mouth but the registrar yelling to other doctors to quickly come see what this young doctor was seeing for the first time in his career. I think I better explain this in the most basic way I know how:


picture of the upper respiratory system - found in google image search

A normal airway is roughly 10cm wide (the purple area on the picture above), and when I was scoped the young registrar saw a narrowing in my throat (just below the vocal cords) of 4mm in the trachea. This was life threatening. I was very quickly looked at by every single ENT doctor, as many up to 6 at a time lined up to have a look. I should have been dead. What I was experiencing is so incredibly rare in an adult, especially one that is a) still alive and b) moving around on crutches and talking! A “sub-glotic stenosis” is more commonly found in premature babies, when their throats don’t develop properly. This is why I caused a crowd.

I was immediately passed on to the head of the team, the head doctor and listened in shock as they explained I needed emergency surgery, they would need to perform a tracheotomy (where they slit the throat open to gain access to the airways). I was moved down to a re-suss bay in Emergency as they tried to secure a bed in ICU until they were able to operate. They needed an operating room available, and while I needed emergency surgery, they could manage my airway until then. However while down in emergency, the situation turned even direr and my airway decreased to 3mm. Within 5 mins, the whole team of ENT doctors came down, had a look down my throat again and I was told I would be in theatre within half an hour. Most of this information passed straight through me, as I was in shock. My mother was signing forms for them to do what they needed to keep me alive, and as I heard more, the more distressed I became and my breathing became even more difficult. I was rolled into theatre where there were at least 25 doctors, a dozen nurses and 2 anaesthetists. They spared me a tracheotomy (thank goodness!) and used a balloon like device to burst through the tissue that had formed, which was causing the narrowing/stenosis. Once I came round in recovery, I felt as if I had tonsillitis, pharyngitis AND laryngitis! And by that I was in an incredible amount of pain, and I couldnt even swallow. It felt like razor blades had cut me up inside. My throat was so raw and I spent the night in the HDU (similar to ICU – High Dependence Unit). Anyhow I was released the next day and had to go vote! That was the last thing I wanted and I couldn’t even enjoy a sausage afterwards. :(
To cut the story short, I have been having check ups every 4 weeks since, and since that fateful day in august, I have needed an operation every 8 weeks (20th of August, 28th of October & 16th of December 2010 so far) to open my airway. In the 2nd and 3rd surgery, they have used the same ballooning technique, but also used a laser to break up the tissue, and have applied a chemotherepy drug called mitomyocin C. First they painted it on the affected area of the throat (just below the vocal cords), and in December they injected it. However my throat continues to close, and now its a choice of being able to move (on crutches) and not breath or to not move at all and manage my breathing?
This was completely not what I needed when dealing with my hip as it was. Besides the fact I cant move, this throat problem (which Why i have it is still unknown as is why it wont stay open...)affects almost every aspect, especially with relation to pain. Im not allowed to start feldenkris (a pain management therepy)until my breathing is under control, and I cant seem to do my deep breathing exercises for pain, as I run out of air!
When my airway closes, I have noticed that when I sleep, not only am I sleeping longer, but getting a very poor quality of sleep (sleeping for 8 hours, feeling like I’ve slept for 1 hour), consistently tired, I become lethargic and my voice changes into a more husky sound.
So I apologize about my lack of blogging over the last few months, sometimes there’s been nothing I’ve wanted to do but blog, but haven’t had the energy to type.
Stay tuned and I’ll try and fill in the end of last year.

Stay safe and keep breathing ;) - that's what ill be trying to do!!!
Xx

PS: As of mid Febuary my throat is open to just below 50%. I will have another check in 2 weeks times, however it will most likely need to be dilated again.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Who the F*@% am i shaving my legs for?/What do you do when your life is in the hands of another?

Hello,

To begin with i feel like i should start my blog with like a 'dear diary...' attitude because that's what it is essentially. Anyway I'm blogging about my week. My week was mostly made up of sleep and watching either TV shows or DVD's of TV shows. Interesting stuff huh? yeah that's how my life runs. Well here's the story of my week in BOLD


Well actually it started off with on Monday i rang the pain clinic that i was with for the past year and a bit, because although i don't necessarily get along with the doctor there, i have complete trust in their Physio, and value her opinion. I rang up and asked for an appointment and I got told because i have not been in since January, i was going to have wait up to 3 months for an appointment. This particular pain clinic has a 3-6 month waiting list for new patients so i naturally felt like I WAS BEING PUNISHED for not being in pain, or better yet, did not need their services for so long. I was incredibly angry. I chose not to take the end of December appointment because who knows what will have happened by then.



On Tuesday i had an appointment to see the GP. I see him on a pretty much 10 day basis, and for one time i was glad to see him. You see, he had taken two weeks leave, and not left any notice for another doctor who i was going to have to see in order to get my medication from. Nor had he discussed my situation with any other doctor in the clinic, so in order to get the medication i need every 10 days, i had to go through the same old story of what happened to me (ski accident - surgery 1, surgery 2, surgery 3 etc) to get what i needed to get me through till when my GP came back. My GP is fairly laid back and told me to continue treating my pain with the medication, after i told him i felt i had hit the end of what i can bear. rock bottom. the end. depression. Its just keep on truckin'


Wednesday, Mum rang the pain clinic, got the nice receptionist who put mum through to the physio, and once mum had explained the problem, the physio said "i had scheduled in administrative work Friday morning but come in then, ill see her" Bless her and my mum. what would i do without her.

Also on Wednesday i rang my surgeons office and spoke to his PA. I got told he had been forced to take a week off by his wife. Understandable when your at work at 7am and don't get home till after 8pm on some nights and have young children. However I had discussing what i wanted to say to him with mum, and i honestly didn't think i had the guts to say it to him because i knew I'd get emotional, so i told it all to his PA instead. I still got emotional but, it felt better out than in. His PA was an Orthopedic nurse so she's down with the lingo, if you know what i mean. I pretty much questioned:

- If its the tissue around and inside the joint cant we eliminate the problem? Can he do a partial hip replacement to do so, or..

- How long do we have to dance around the problem of the tissue in the hip causing me problems ? and

- How many times do i have to go through this for months at a time before you'll (he'll) do anything about it? 4, 5,10?

- I'M 22 for gods sake, trying my hardest to continue with life and my studies, with something that is holding me back constantly. I know i suffer from chronic pain. That's from the nerve damage, which I've had from day one after the surgery. I have managed to deal with that since, however when pain like the one I'm in now arrives, this is not something that can be treated with mind over matter, and physio and everything else that is involved in pain management.Ive done that before. I know when somethings wrong. Do I have to spend the next 10 months in and out of hospitals like i did last year before you take my word on something is mechanically wrong, or do you want to wait it out and make me prove you wrong again? Well if only my surgeon read this blog because he might understand how bloody angry that it makes me. I litterly feel like Ive hit the end.



I sleep all day, I'm awake most of the night. Sleep isn't a quality sleep. Its so difficult to shower now, and causes so much pain and so much effort I'm only showering once a week. And that's not a nice thing to put out there on the Internet people. i don't want to admit that but this is what its come to and I'm being brutally honest. I showered this evening and somehow found myself shaving my legs. Who am i doing that for? i hardly leave the house anymore, i don't see many people. Most social contact is unfortunately either txt or over social networking sites. I guess that's the one bit of vanity I've got left in me. I shaved my legs for me i guess.


Thursday: i don't remember much about this day, which probably means i slept the day away, however i do remember measuring my legs at night. I previously measured them after i finished up an assignment of exercise and since June, which has been the onset of pain, so i have been doing nothing, i have lost

7.5cm of hips/bum

2cm (R)(L) top thigh (under the bum)

2cm off (R) mid thigh

5cm off (L) mid thigh

2 cm of (R) calf and 3cm of (L) calf.

Friday: Friday was the biggest day of all! i went to the physio, she gave me exercise to help combat muscle wastage which i can now physically see, answered a few of my previous questions, and ultra-sounded my hip. The i went to Aldi, where i bought a laminator. Word is that it has been a very expensive maths assignmnet due to all the laminating costs, and altho i havnt got round to it yet, this is my first step to doing my assignments when i can. I also bought a paper cutting maching thingo.. you know, you measure your paper and then slide the blade across.. the word for it has escaped me for the time being but... It was a very big day out for me.

Sat/Sun almost didnt exist because i slept through all of it.

To sum up what to me has been a shitty week, has actually been fairly good. i saw the GP, physio, did i mention the chiropractor on monday? probably not.. she put my "major crutch back" back in place.. and i got to tell my surgeons PA what i was really feeling. MY life and wellbeing are in my surgeons hands now, and he has to decide what to do with it. Im over it.

At least i get to countdown 11 days to another birthday spent on crutches. could it get anymore depressing?

PS i wrote this all out earlier only to lose it to a problem error. the first draft was better.

signing out,

Jen xx