He him if you're wondering. Anonymous alt account. The name is from a random username generator and I found it funny (ironically) considering the reason I made this account.
felt absolutely terrible today before leaving for my side job appointment. I took 2 anti-emetics and had to push the apt back 1 hour just so that the medication could have time to work, thankfully the client was understanding. It's anxiety inducing to be in these situations where you feel like you're on the verge of puking before leaving because you don't know if you're gonna be able to drive, if you're gonna be able to stay at the appointment, and so you start asking yourself is it worth even trying because what if you get an episode behind the wheel.
But I managed to drive myself there with some difficulty on the road and had to take my 3rd dose as I arrived as I was still feeling it. Which also means I can't take the anti-emetic anymore today, and ideally you should space out your doses. Also as I was leaving I was starting to feel the queasiness coming back slowly so it's possible this medication is just not strong enough.
lmao knew it couldn't last long.
I'm doing weirdly well today. Too well?
I guess you have to celebrate the good times when you can. For anyone who might be ardently following the adventures of Curse Avoider, I realized that I'm doing weirdly well today. No symptoms whatsoever. I had a 2h convo with a friend about their video game without even realizing until after it was over that I didn't get queasy once. After that I took a shower and brushed my teeth -- brushing and mouthwashing usually gets me on the brink of puking, but nothing either.
However I'm also not too optimistic about it. It's possible that I'm just in a good period, or having just one good day. Tomorrow may be entirely different. If not tomorrow, then next week will probably swing back the other way.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the 2 anti-emetics I took on Wednesday, but they would probably be out of my system by now, 48 hours later. Or maybe it's because I took my blood thinner right after eating, which I usually don't do. I usually take it maybe 15-30 minutes before or after eating at the very least.
Definitely will have to repeat the last one again to see if it helps. But it can also be completely coincidental -- I also had some good times last year without symptoms, and then they came back a few weeks later.
I'm supposed to meet up with someone tomorrow, make some pocket money (private IT work, it funds my caffeinated drink addiction lol) so I'm hopeful I'll be able to do everything in one sitting because it's gonna be a long job.
Strangers on the streets and people who barely know me are more attentive my needs than fucking medical professionals. If that doesn't create class consciousness within you once you experience it I don't know what will.
My therapist was useless today lmao
I'm stressed out over the appointment I have next week with the welfare office because if they don't want to accomodate my health needs then I'm shit out of luck. I'm just stressed out, and I told my therapist all of this, and told her I can feel a panic attack coming -- I don't know when exactly, but I feel that if this keeps going like this with me being shuffled around I will start having panic attacks. She told me to focus on the positives lmao.
Like yeah my dr gave me anti-nausea medication but I had to take 2 of them for them to work today. You're allowed 3 a day AT MOST because this type of medication is no joke. I puked on the fucking side of the street (after which I took the 2nd dose) while going to my appointment and this is apparently considered normal. Apparently I should just accept that I humiliate myself on the street every time I go out and puke my guts out in front of everyone. And I have no idea if this medication will work again next week, or how long it works. My dr prescribed it "just in case" bc it's better to have it than not have it. But I have to test out how to take it and when by myself. The therapist said "well but at least you've been able to make it to all our appointments so far" I think to help me but it's just making me worry now that they will use this against me. I don't go to the appointments because "I can". I go because it's better than not going even if it's torture for me. Do you tell a fucking cancer patient (bc that's the example my shitty hematologist used) "Well at least you come to the chemo appointments so how bad can cancer be 🤪" fucking dipshits. I have to pace my schedule and time and not overload myself. I can do one, maybe 2 things a week if I'm in a good period (I'm not in a good period rn). Otherwise it exacerbates the symptoms. I don't consider forcing me to behave like an able healthy person to be either ethical, reasonable, or just. I may go take a first opinion with a lawyer tbh at this point.
All I want is to have the space and time to focus on my health for now until I get back to a more optimistic mindset but nobody in the medical body seems to understand that. You treat patients like shit then when they get depression or anxiety disorders your reaction is "gosh if only there was something we could have done to prevent this" YOU fucking caused this jesus. I'm fucking hanging on on well wishes from fucking doctors. What if the welfare office doesn't want to accomodate me because I don't have a certificate? What if the 2nd hospital offers no option? What if I have to monitor with blood tests every week for the rest of my life? What if I can't make it to my apt next week or another time, and have to cancel, and they tell me to go to my dr to get a certificate, and the dr doesn't want to do a certificate, and so the welfare office closes my case because I cancelled "without justification"? They will do that.
My 2nd hospital opinion is scheduled on the 21st of march. That's a month away. I won't have any solution until then at the latest. And you can plead and tell them how difficult it is all you want, they will follow the fucking procedure because if they don't it can cause problems for them and we wouldn't want that would we. Anything but not following proper procedure.
honestly my litmus test now is do they understand the problem I'm facing right away and do I get off vibes. I've also associated professionally with bullshitters and you think well at least they're nice so it can't be that bad! But they're incompetent. They can barely do anything. Now if you want my involvement you have to earn it, I'm gonna stop giving it out so freely and focus on myself too. In terms of health there's doctors that easily make certificates, like they barely ask anything. Apparently they're pretty well-known. If all fails I'm going to them lol.
I'm doing better physically with the medication my dr prescribed last week (upping pantoprazole from 20mg to 40mg. She also gave me anti-nausea medication but you should be careful how you take it, so for now I plan only to take it if I have a difficult episode or I know I'm gonna have one e.g. I have to go out). The first time I took the nausea medication I felt better than I'd felt since all this began. Like it reminded me that even when I'm doing "good" I'm not feeling as good as I was before the symptoms began, if you get what I'm saying. But alas it only works the first time lol.
It's moreso psychologically now that it fucks with me lol. I'm seeing my psychiatrist tomorrow so of course I'll be talking to her about it. I feel like I'm gonna have a panic attack eventually. Haven't had one yet, but I probably will if the odds keep stacking against me like that and I keep having to run in circles with a bureaucracy that doesn't want to actually solve problems. You feel completely abandoned by the state and you expect the worst in terms of how they're gonna treat your disability. All I need is to be able to say "look it's not gonna work out today, can we reschedule" but I have no expectation they will even grant me that. Because that would be taking responsibility.
The good news is she can make a certificate for panic attacks? lol
Being "friendly" doesn't save lives
Being nice doesn't save lives. I spent a pretty crummy Monday because I received a letter from the welfare office and they want to meet me next week, and it pulled me into a spiral. I'm doing better now, I think.
But anyway. It got me rethinking some stuff and listen comrades, don't let people be incompetent just because they're "nice" or friendly. Being friendly doesn't save lives. I used to be like that too when I was unsure of my skills or didn't have experience. I thought being nice and friendly with other people would make up for it. It doesn't. Everybody knows you're a fraud, you know you're a fraud, and you hope they won't say anything about you being a fraud because at least you get along well.
I'm done making excuses for others tbh. My hematologist may be "friendly" but if she can't help me she can't help me. It's not my job to make excuses for her i.e. "I'm sure she's trying her best" or "at least she answers my calls". The current situation is that she and that shithole hospital can't answer my needs and I need to advocate for myself. You need to advocate for yourself too. If someone seems like they're trying to pull you into some bullshit just say no, get up and leave. I'm done with frauds and other sweet talkers. And I'm done being nice to cover up for people who refuse to help. I don't owe them anything.
Everyone is just trying to save their skin by shuffling problems around to other departments so they never have to take any responsibility for it. Almost everything in my current situation is provided or owned by the state - the hospital, the welfare office, and the unemployment office I will have to register for probably. And everyone just wants to shift you around so you're not their problem but someone else's. The hospital doesn't want to write a certificate because what if they get audited and have to justify it. The welfare office doesn't want to accomodate to your disability needs without a certificate because what if they get audited.
I also need to stop minimizing my symptoms and be clear about how debilitating they are. I think I got better at this. But this means stopping being "nice". But being nice doesn't save lives, competence does.
EDIT: you should be both nice and competent if you can! But if I have to choose, I'm choosing competence over friendliness. Nobody likes an asshole but sometimes you have to be one, and sometimes you'd rather have one on your side because at least they know what they're doing.
That's very likely the last resort yes. If all else fails I will have them take the responsibility of me stopping the medication.
I went to see my doctor and at least have a little (tiny) bit of optimism about it afterwards
If you follow the adventures of the Curse Avoider (the name is ironic), you know that I had a GP appointment today. I got the recommendation to the other hospital and they'll probably call me later this week or the next to make an appointment.
She took it seriously at least. I think I really need to easily convey just how disabling these symptoms are for me because they see me in front of them and think it's not that bad. When I mentioned that I try not to take long drives (e.g. to the other hospital) because I could have an episode behind the wheel and what do I do if I'm on the highway, she seemed to understand that something needs to be done.
I asked about a certificate also, mentioning that the hema didn't want to make me one and couldn't explain, and she said (they're both women fyi if the pronouns are messing up with your sequence of events, all my doctors are women actually) that they need to exhaust all medical possibilities first before doing that and then determining just how out of work this puts me. I said yeah that's fine, if it's the process it's the process. I just need them to take this seriously and understand that this is where I'm at, and I need their help on this. I'm the patient and every doctor tells me a PE is serious but I feel like nobody takes it seriously and I have to come up with my own treatment plan.
Anyway, I got the recommendation for the other hospital and hopefully move my case there because I can't with this shitty useless local hospital lol. I'm not expecting a miracle solution even though my family is because I think we've done all the tests and even if we knew the cause what would it change? I'm still at risk for clotting. Unless we can tell for sure this was caused by my 2021 covid vaccine or something (they pulled the moderna one because of this btw, but it happens in the first few weeks).
So that's the next step, is seeing a doctor at that hospital and seeing what they say. I basically have three options:
- Keep taking the NOAC (that's your word of the day again from last thread, these are the new blood thinners that don't require any monitoring) but become disabled. This is what I'm doing rn.
- Stop taking the blood thinners entirely, but no doctor recommends that -- not the hema and not my GP today. It goes contrary to my diagnosis which is unprovoked pulmonary embolism.
- Go on the older thinners but they also come with their own issues (frequent monitoring, being careful about what you eat, and it's an all or nothing thinner so higher propensity for hemorrhages and difficulty to stop bleeding). This may be what the hospital recommends, I'll only know when I see them.
She also gave me some medication to help manage the symptoms, but it's not stuff you can take long-term, more like until I visit the hospital. I also have to try it and see if it helps, so I said okay sure.
If I'm disabled I'm disabled, I accept it. And if they figure they can safely do the older thinners then that's what it is, I accept it as well. I think. But I need solutions, I need them to follow through and not stick me in limbo where I have to call back in "a month" when they haven't changed anything and I've been having these issues for over 9 months lmao.
Solidarity to all my comrades. It's tough out there.
My ribs are also hurting today with some remnant pain from where I had the embolisms so that's fun. But that part is actually fine, because I took the blood thinners yesterday evening and so I know this is just remnant pain. And it's not disabling pain, I don't even need a painkiller for it. I'm not sure a painkiller would do anything either tbh. If I didn't have the medication though I would feel like I need to go get checked out at the hospital so not taking the medication is impossible, it would cause me too much anxiety. Because how can you tell if it's just lingering pain or the embolisms coming back? IF you can even feel the embolisms. The clots can form in bigger arteries and move down into the capillaries and that's when you start feeling it, but they can be causing problems even before that and you would never know.
My day started fine and then got worse, but according to my hematologist I'm supposed to wait 1 month to see if it improves or something LMAO
I'm seeing my GP (not actually in the UK, GP is just the word I learned) tomorrow and I hope she has better news. I'm not holding my breath because she doesn't know anything about pulmonary embolisms and always defers to the hematologist's advice. If she doesn't have anything to offer me at the very least I hope I can get a referral for the new hospital.
If you followed my last posts, last Thursday I went to see my hematologist and basically came out of it being ran in circles and with no clearer plan in mind. She said at the end "let me know in a month or so how it goes" how what goes?? She didn't say. I've had these episodes for 9 months now it's not gonna suddenly change lmao that's the definition of insanity, doing the same thing and expecting a different result. She basically politely threw me out of her office when I asked for a certificate. So I decided after that to get my case transferred to another hospital where they can hopefully be more available (she only works two days a week come on) and offer actual treatment options. And if my GP is just as useless I'll have to find another one that has experience with PEs. Which is absolutely not something I want to do because at this time anything is difficult to do and I really could do with less effort on my end. But that's how it is when you get sick in capitalism, you not only have to deal with the illness but you get punished for it. Complete strangers on the streets have been more helpful and understanding of my struggles than actual doctors.
I'm not one to usually get mad at other people but maybe I should. Maybe I should admit that she's utterly useless and can't do her job properly when you have a 30yo otherwise healthy patient who suddenly develops several embolisms. Maybe that's what it takes to show how debilitating my symptoms are right now because of the treatment.
I mean they ran a battery of tests when I got the PE including full blood work (the hospital originally ordered the wrong genetics test to give you an idea how stupid healthcare is around here), and including a full ultrasound of my leg arteries. Both came back squeaky clean, I should be in perfect health. When I started having the side effects (the nausea) we did even more tests, including another full blood test, and everything came back perfect again. So at this time the medical opinion is 99% sure this is caused by the medication.
Anyway my day started fine though I underslept a little, but at around noon time I got a nausea episode (I call them episodes now to underscore the seriousness). The only reason they're nausea episodes and not vomiting episodes is because I do everything in my physical power not to puke because even though nothing comes out it's like my body is trying to eject my lungs each time. And it's not just a one off, I can do the motions so to speak 3, 4, or even 5 times in a row. Like I've been sick before with stomach bugs and other stuff like that that makes you puke, and it was never as strong as it is with this shit. Sorry for talking about this so grossly lol but tbh after 9 months of feeling like this on the daily I just talk about it openly now.
I turned this into a wall of text again and removed a bunch of stuff lol. One way I thought of explaining it just now is like a stomach flu that will never go away. The triggers are a little bit different but it's otherwise very similar, random vomit attacks throughout the day and very sensitive triggers. And you get a certificate for the stomach flu lol. But the hematologist thinks apparently I can work with this and an employer will happily say "yes we will hire and pay you for 40 hours a week even though you only work 8 because you're always calling in sick" lmao. Like even just the daily commute would be torture for me with this -- I had one half day of work in December and it was impossible. I got an episode soon after arriving and even just typing a checklist on Word was impossible. I had to give the keyboard to my group and let them finish it without me while I was taking everything I had in my power not to start puking everywhere. Oh but the hematologist thinks it's not a "strong enough" reason for a certificate but she also won't give me another solution lmaoooo she can go fuck herself I'm so over this useless dipshit doctor. I'm giving one chance tomorrow to my GP but if I sense she doesn't get it or she's reluctant and I can't convince her, I'm switching. I'm done wasting my time and being nice, I need a fucking treatment plan that works OR they need to accept that I'm disabled and help me get the care I need. If they can't they don't deserve to keep taking my money.
And then when you're disabled they still want you to work no matter what. You get no help. You get a health emergency that you didn't ask for and you get punished for it. You're expected to do everything yourself and go back to creating value as soon as possible. Strangers on the streets understand my problems better than doctors and other 'experts' do.
I'm sorry to hear about that. It seems like there might be options for you, but it can take time to work yourself up to it. Sometimes a solution has huge drawbacks but eventually with time they might not look so bad and the positive outweighs the negative. I'm more of a homebody and being on discords (communist discords) and talking to people there even if it's just through text helps a lot. In time they become friends.
Thanks comrade. I'm not sure yet what the treatment options are but I'm optimistic about getting a new hematologist (hopefully, if the hospital accepts to take my case). One thing is clear my current hematologist is useless, I keep thinking about that appointment where she kept agreeing with me and my symptoms but then refuses to do anything about it. I need at least something, you know, seeing that they take this seriously and understand how difficult it is for me. Not making me run around in circles.
I'm not gonna lie it would suck to have spent 9 months utterly disabled and then have to do protein monitoring or whatever for the rest of my life (and all I get is a "welp, you're fixed now"), but that's something I'll cross if I get there. We have to assume the risk is there so it's possible I could stop monitoring and live my life normally for idk 30 more years but then suddenly get another PE. But I'm optimistic about the second opinion.
I'm basically repeating what I said in the post lol. I'm still confused at the hematologist. She's like "well there's that... but I don't recommend it", I had to ask her later in the conversation to learn that I could monitor my D-dimer at home, she didn't think to even explain the treatment options to me and then she's surprised I disagree with them too?? Like yeah between the two monitoring my blood at a clinic every week doesn't seem like much of an improvement, how do you even live with that? Then she sends me off with a "keep me updated in a month or so" as if my symptoms would magically go away. I basically left the same I came in. But really I think what bothers me is that like I said they're gonna tell me "well let's just put you on warfarin" and send me off with a pat on the back, and I'll have to start monitoring my blood and go back to being a good worker drone like everyone else despite this added challenge. No help, no empathy, just "well you have a treatment so you should be fine lmao"
I called a dr friend and he basically cleared up all treatment options for me lmao. im still fucked, but like, less fucked
Hello and welcome to another instalment of CurseAvoider diaries. Yes, the name is ironic. I actually got it from an online username generator and thought it was funny all things considered.
I have a dr friend, well, I've had them for a while actually, but I still have them, and I originally wanted to ask him about my hematologist's refusal to establish a certificate. If you missed that, check my posts on my profile.
Instead we mostly talked about treatment options and he cleared it up much better for me than the hematologist has done in months. And that's not even his specialty.
Basically, the options that I have would be as such:
- Take anti-nausea medication to reduce or eliminate them (and stay on xarelto blood thinners).
- go on the older blood thinners (vitamin K suppressants)
- stop blood thinners entirely and monitor my D-dimer (clotting protein in the blood), then go back on blood thinners when needed.
Each one has their ups and downs though. For example he recommended a nausea medication but I looked into it and you shouldn't take it for more than 5 days because it can cause irreversible motor damage lmao. I have problems every day all day long so I can't be taking this long-term.
He said that if I was his patient this is something he would start looking into. And I think that's the keyword -- I need someone to actually consider these options seriously and offer it as a treatment, which means they have to follow up on it as well. Can't just send me home with blood thinners I have to monitor every week and say case closed. My hematologist kind of threw around these options as well, but as like something I could elect to do. But when I asked "but what is your professional medical advice?" she said "don't stop the medication, absolutely not".
I need to know that they're following my case and taking it seriously. All doctors (them included) tell me a PE is serious and needs to be taken seriously but I feel like they're just running me around in circles and don't want to take responsibility for treating me. I'm fine with continuing the disabling xarelto and other NOACs (that's your word of the day, by the end of this you will be an expert in pulmonary embolisms -- they're the "new" blood thinners on the market) BUT they have to recognize I'm disabled. It makes no sense to say "yes, you have nausea, yes it's caused by the treatment, yes you have to continue this treatment, but no we won't do anything about it"
I'm seeing my GP on Tuesday and will be getting her opinion as well. The problem with this GP is she doesn't know anything about PE and always asks the hetamologist before giving me advice. So basically useless, I can call the hematologist myself.
I'm going to look into getting my case transferred to another hospital that's apparently better at this type of stuff for a second opinion and to take up the treatment care. Also my hematologist only works on tue. and thurs. which is not helpful when I have an important question about my serious case on Friday morning. I can't do anything with this uselessness.
Then eventually also consider changing GPs and finding that has experience with PE because she can't help either. Basically until proven otherwise I need long-term care for this (even if it's just medication), I have a heightened risk of embolisms and that's what it is.