Living with Gastroparesis

This year, in May of 2012 my last grand-mal seizure put me in the hospital for observation with a VEEG until I had another seizure. This was not going to be exciting and it wasn’t. Most of my seizures were weeks to months apart and I was afraid that either I would leave with no seizure or have one and get a diagnosis I wasn’t prepared for. Turns out, I had another grand-mal seizure after they slowly reduced my ativan to nothing and from that, they diagnosed generalized Epilepsy and started medication treatment immediately. After a few days on the medication I was released with strict rules to follow regarding this medication. During my stay and after the seizure, however, I complained about the worst back pain I had ever experienced. Everyone shrugged it off telling me, “this is not why you are here. You are here for seizures, not chronic pain.” Um…this is not chronic pain, this is ACUTE pain. You know the kind that makes you want to scream every time you breathe, move, stand up (nearly impossible) or sit down. I waited a day just for a doctor to prescribe a heating pad. Really? So they made me think it was all in my head. If anything it was a muscle pain, like a charlie horse in my back from my intense grand-mal seizure.

After 5 weeks of my moaning and complaining and very unusal appearance to my husband, he took me to the ER because my less-than-helpful PCP would not schedule me for an emergency appointment (I know they exist). So I had no other choice; I went to the ER. They were skeptical too. “Are you pregnant?” they would ask. Uh, not a chance in … was I pregnant. “Are you willing to provide a urine sample?” If it gets you off my back about it, yes! After 2 and a half hours of lying there crying in pain the doctor comes in with my films and simply stated, “Well, I know why you are in pain.” Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you – more vindication for me, not in my head. He proceeds to show me my x-ray of my spine and wouldn’t you know it, a completely crushed L1 vertebrae. We hypothesized this happened during my seizure in May and that the muscles contractions during it pulled that bone apart. Painful? Yes…there are no numbers on their scale of uselessness to explain this level to them. “Those injuries hurt really badly.” Hey thanks, I know, what are YOU going to do about it? Well, the position of the break is one where we can do nothing. I consulted a surgeon and he said he could do nothing to help other than offer a body brace (something like a body cast but could be removed when lying down). Out of the humanity in his heart he offered IV Dilaudid which helped a TON. Nothing at home would touch the pain because what I had at home I was already using to make my already present chronic pain tolerable. I attempted to go in for pain help a week later as it was preventing me from sleeping and they gave nothing but IV torodol and benedryl. I’m thankful for that much but would have rather had something for my pain. Instead I got a muscle relaxant and medication for my progressing UTI that popped up that day.

So, I’m struggling. Trying to take it one day at a time, one hour at a time and living for good days that seem to be getting further and further apart. I often wonder if anyone is listening to me and believing in what I am saying when I express pain through teary eyes. With all my medical issues, do I really look like some drug dealer off the street? I have an appointment with one of the most amazing pain specialists in the state on the first of August and hope he can provide me with something else as I know the limits of a PCP or any other specialist are heavy due to the messed up Washington State laws regarding narcotics, as if they have some right to determine who is really in pain and who is not. I’d like to break a few of their bones, give them the throw-up flu and infect their bladder and deny them pain medication and see how long they’d last. Certainly not as long. After tomorrow, I will be finding a new PCP and my wonderful friends on Facebook have pointed me in the direction of the University of Washington. My geneticist is there, so I figured I would give it a shot. I really can’t do any worse than I have with my current doctor.

Sorry if this post is a bit negative. I am very much dreading my appointment with my PCP tomorrow. I hope she has her crap together because so far, she hasn’t. No return on my phone calls or e-mails unless she has something negative to say or something that would make me work harder than is necessary to get something accomplished. Sometimes I feel like giving up but it is people like my GI (Dr. David Patterson) who keep me going forward. He actually called me and asked me to come in. Feeling as if I had done something wrong, like you feel when your father uses your middle name and calls you into his office (you KNOW it won’t be good), but he assured me it was merely a check-up and to review my medications. That is the first time I had an appointment scheduled not by me, but my doctor. It is apparent he is thinking about me and worried/wondering how I am doing. For that I am grateful. In this whirlwind of life I lead there are a few constants, my husband and family, and my GI doctor (who I have been with for at least three years).

Anyway, it is late and my appointment is early. Good night everyone and good luck.

~ Happy Tummy Days!

Friday was an unfortunate day as it ended in me having to go to the ER, once again, for a grand-mal seizure. Tonic–clonic seizures (formerly known as grand mal seizures or gran mal seizures) are a type of generalized seizure that affects the entire brain (see Wikipedia for more information). At first it was thought, from my first one, to be medication induced, resulting from lack of Ativan in my system. But this seizure was much different in that I had just taken all my medication prior to my seizure, and while running low on Ativan, I was not out of Ativan. The only change in medication was when I went to the ER earlier that day (yes, I ended up back in the same ER following my seizure within 24 hours of my initial visit this week).

I find it difficult to understand how an RN can “forget” that Imitrex (Sumatriptan) is only found in INJECTION form, not IV form for one very important reason: it can stop the heart. I have survived 3-4 IV injected Imitrex situations out of pure luck but this one was not to be without problems. It could have very well lowered my seizure threshhold, which apparently isn’t very high to begin with due to my chronic problems as well as the vast amount of maintenance medications I am on, to the point where my other medications (oxycodone or whatever) were able to trigger the seizure when normally, they don’t.

This one was different, also, in the fact that I was alone in the room (kitchen) preparing my TPN bag after taking my nighttime medications, when it happened. I was standing instead of sitting in my chair, like I was the first time, which caused way more issues. From the pain and swelling, I figure during the seizure I hit my chin on the way down and ricocheted off the refrigerator a few times with my head and then finally landed on the floor. Of course the noise was loud enough to call my husband from clear across, on the other side of the house. Because we told him how well he did handling my last seizure, not 3 months ago, he considers himself an expert (I would never wish anyone an expert on handling seizures!) and did not feel it necessary to alert the paramedics with a call to 911, like he did last time. Too bad too; I wouldn’t mind saying hi to my neighborhood paramedics. They are great guys!

He simply held me up so as not to hit my head on the hard floor again, turned me on my side to allow fluid to come out of my mouth, and then waited for me to finish shaking. Afterwards we headed to my favorite ER and had a CT scan (I’m not allowed MRIs because of my neurostimulator and portacath).

I was not given a blood test; in fact, they didn’t give me anything by IV while there. I should have received a blood test. As if I could not make it easier on them, I have an accessed portacath from which blood flows freely when needed (I’m a hard stick now that my veins have shrunk; I make it a point to have them ALWAYS draw blood and give fluid through it). I only worry about my blood tests because I have started to develop petechiae under my eyes. I’ve also been running low blood counts for the past month. If it was just under one eye, I could attribute it to the fall from my seizure, but I have them under both eyes and it is starting to spread from out under my eye to my ears and other areas on my face. Hopefully it will start to heal and stop spreading as that might indicate a bigger underlying disease. I’m not entirely ready for that quite yet (as if you can ever be ready…).

So that is what I got to do this weekend. I wanted to make it a better weekend than laying around trying to recover the energy lost during the seizure, so we headed out to the tulip festival. I’ll wrap up this update with my favorite pictures from the day. I hope you are all enjoying your weekend and are having lots of happy tummy days~

These people were only a few of the ones that asked to take pictures with Ellie and I. I found the question odd, as I would never go up to anyone else and ask for a picture with their dog, but to each their own!