A sinking ship. 

Since having my baby in October my treatment seems to have stalled. Well, I hope it’s just stalled. Ground to a devastating halt may be a more accurate description. By now I was supposed to be back on my mess and well on the way to being ‘better’, or as close as I get. Instead I’m confined to the house, and very often to my bed. I feel like a completely useless lump. A huge burden on my husband and kids. Let me tell you, it’s not a good feeling!

The annoying thing is, I could be on the road to health. I know who I need to see and what I need them to do. There is only one problem. My GP. 

In general I’m very supportive of the medical profession. But this woman has me pulling my hair out. Quite literally. Mainly because she believes that I should be referred to my specialists one at a time. This is ridiculous. I have a multisystemic illness, it affects various different parts of my body simultaneously. To this end I need to see various different doctors for my care, including but not limited to cardiologist, neurologist, gastroenterologist, rheumatologist, gynaecologist and pain clinic. These doctors need to liaise with each other in order that treatments they give me don’t clash and so I can get the best healthcare plan. 

But no. Not according to my GP. She believes that anything above two referrals is too many. That my problems can wait. She thinks I should let one doctor ‘sort me out’ before moving on to the next. But it doesn’t work like that. Each problem affects the other. They are all intrinsically linked, entwined through me like strangle weed throughout my body.

Imagine if you will a ship. In its hull are ten holes. The navigation system is on the blink and there’s a fire in the engine room. The ship is lost at sea. You could look at the issues one at a time. The holes first? One by one. But then the blaze has taken hold. So tackle that first? Now the boat is sinking. Surely the navigation system is last priority? But your boat has drifted so far you are in dangerous waters with not enough fuel to get home. Each problem is equal to the last. What the boat really needs is a team of people, each fighting to keep it afloat. Each working independently towards a shared goal of retrieving the situation. 

I am that ship, and I’m trying to plug holes and put out fires as they come along. But I am one woman. I need my team, because right now I’m sinking. All I can hope is that I can make my GP listen and stop blocking me. 

  

My word… 

A friend of mine recently posted about the idea of choosing a word to try and live by rather than doing a New Years resolution. (See original post here https://labastet.wordpress.com/2016/01/09/my-word/ ) The idea is simple, you choose a word and let that word factor in your approach to life. Or that’s what I took it to mean anyway. 

Well, I do generally like to try and make a resolution at New Year, but this year I couldn’t. I didn’t want to put pressure on myself to achieve any set goals when some days I can’t even get out of bed. I did try. I tried to think of easily achievable things. Get dressed every day. Cook a full meal once a week. Go on a date with my husband once a month. But here’s the thing, even those simple mundane things are out of my reach right now. Many days I cannot even get out of bed. So getting dressed is out. (Apparently being dressed in bed is frowned upon.) Cooking a full meal and going on dates. Also Goliath tasks. If there’s one thing worse than having no resolution it’s having an ‘easy’ one and failing at it. Starting the year on a failure was not my idea of empowering. 

Therefore I’ve decided to choose a word. My word is KIND. 

Why KIND? Well one thing I really struggle with is low self esteem. Particularly in relation to my illness and the limitations it has put on me. But more recently in respect of my looks too. So I want to work on being KIND to myself. On appreciating that life is hard and I’m doing my best. Remember that my best is good enough and that I didn’t choose to be this way. This is not my fault. 

I want to be KIND to my body. On good days I don’t want to push it too hard. I don’t want to resent my body for failing me, instead I want to remind myself that my body is still going, despite all its problems, and has given me two beautiful children. When I’m in pain I vow to rest, and try to put myself first. 

I want to be KIND about my appearance. Instead of looking in the mirror and seeing a run down lump, I want to see a mother. Instead of seeing my weight I want to see cuddles with my children. Instead of seeing the bags under my eyes I want to see the smile on my face. A smile that still appears even through the worst pain. I want to look in the mirror and start to love myself. 

Mostly I want to be KIND about my achievements. I want to recognise those times I do get dressed or cook a meal, and give myself a pat on the back. I want to realise that though I’m not the mother I dreamed of being, I’m the best mother I can be. I want to focus on what I do manage, instead or wracking up my failures and beating myself up with them. 

Yes, of course I want to practice kindness towards others too. My husband and kids all deserve kindness. When I’m tired and in pain I will (try to) take a deep breath and calm down before I inevitably snap. I’ll recognise when my tone of voice may be taken aggressively and my words become harsh. At least I’ll try my very best to. But mainly I want to be KIND to myself, because this year I’d like to start believing I deserve it.