Friday 4 March 2016

Of All The Silly Things

Of All The Silly Things

Of all the silly things they get you to do, bouncing on a ball while you’re eating your lunch has to be the most bizarre! Concentrating on your inner core, chewing while laughing has to be worth more than just an orange on your activity sheet?

How can I tell my teenage girl these people know what they are doing? That our government have our best interests at heart? It is blindingly obvious they do not! These silly ideas may look good written down on a sheet of paper, fooling people it will make them better, but in practice it is life threatening and I do wonder if they had a health and safety check on it. Before you all roll your eyes and let out the exasperated steam of boredom. Bouncing on a ball while eating, honestly, it doesn’t take Einstein to work out the equation for the consequences to that one.

You may ask me why we keep listening to them. I’ve asked myself that many times. You have to remember we are very desperate and we thought we were going to professionals in their field, not a load of monkeys wanting to enjoy a tea party, paid for by government! I’m not bitter, just gob smacked at the systemic stupidity!

It’s not the first time we have been forced into activities that we don’t understand the benefit of. There was that time they told me to get my daughter interested in the world around her. To get her to move around the house, which they considered was the first step to reengage with the world. You do this by doing the housework? They said it constituted an orange on the scale of energy needed. They smiled at us as though we could not understand the concept, and just needed to get on with it and they would be proved correct.

First issue I have with this is; housework – to get you interested in the world around you, really? My daughter does not have OCD so what joy of doing daily necessities would she derive from cleaning? OCD does figure in ME apparently, I suppose it depends in which area of your brain that has been affected; after all it is a neurological disease. They have always known it affects your brain, but do they understand the brain? That’s the question, from my experience, no they do not! Only recently some researchers have devised the right techniques to produce the imagery of damage caused by ME. Not all hospitals have the right equipment though and then you have to have the right person to understand the imagery.

Anyhow, for most young; bordering on teenagers would not reengage in the world around them by housework. I have to admit housework turns me off in life and against most of my family. I’ve seen to many mould festering plates and smelly football socks.

Dust and chemicals are known to affect ME sufferers, so I really don’t understand this, one little bit. I did start to wonder about the clinic we were attending. The person telling me how good this would be for my daughter looked more of a party animal than a home bird; I don’t think she would be too impressed if she was given this to try, I think she would look as stunned at the suggestion as we were.
Secondly they obviously did not watch “Trust Me, I’m a Doctor” out of all the gym activities housework burnt the most energy. The energy that would be used the most would be indignation though! And this is never taken into account! I think I would feel belittled and indignant if it was offered to me as part of the treatment for a disease that offers more pain than when you have run a full marathon, by just going downstairs! When energy is in short supply, do you really want to waste it on housework!

Rosa had always been brilliant at helping me out around the house. As a treat on a Saturday we would go out shopping, as a way of me saying thank you for all her help. The sadness of this particular suggestion brought home with a sledge hammer, how bad things had got and how much M.E had taken from our lives as a family. Going into town was a weekly treat, window shopping and then coffee and cake. Somehow these people are blinkered, and don’t understand people or their lives.

She also has a dust allergy and would sneeze; I wonder how much energy it takes to sneeze? I smile at the image of their reactive faces if I wrote that down on her daily activity sheet? I would say five sneezes would constitute a red activity. I wonder how that constant allergy would affect her body though.

I know it’s not for the fact she wanted to withdraw from the world, I know my daughter, but that she is simply too unwell. They insisted though, that it was the same for all CFS patients, it was part of the illness this deconditioning malarkey. I don’t buy it, but they should know better and in the beginning I was not listening to the people who had been through the system before us. The professionals had clouded my judgement about them. We were different and how could movement, talking, enjoying life make you ill? If you are happy and look to the future, it stands to reason that you will be OK. Little did I know back then!

Threading beads was another activity and when Rosa, then 10 asked what the point to that was, we got a reaction, which enthused the psychiatrist to write franticly down in her notes. We looked at each other with a silent conversation carried through widening eyes and wobbly eyebrows. These conversations normally take place when we meet with the medical team. We would discuss afterwards what a criminal psychologist would make of them all.

Let me just say it again, threading large wooden beads on a shoelace? When you’re ten? Slightly demoralising? Belittling? This is the treatment we deserve for a totally knackered body, immune system and every other system within your body? Even if they were to suggest making jewellery; which I did think of, it would not work. Threading beads sound innocuous but, you have to think and manipulate kinetically, this would take two energy factors, and yes, it gets that basic. 

Colouring books came next. The type that are used for stressed people. It is to put you in a hypnotic state and has been proved to help with brain flow, brain mapping and stress. So we gave it a go. The thing they just don’t get, is the pain and stress on joints when you are trying to do anything when you have M.E! A lot of M.E sufferers have hypermobile joints that hurt, and when you have a disease that also attaches them, this pain is doubled. After an activity, whether you enjoy it or not, you are left with more stress and energy burnt. They don’t listen or look at the individual they just give you silly things to try that sound half reasonable, hoping you will go away and get better. If you don’t agree with them and don’t get better then they start throwing accusations around.

Now most of these things are girly but friends of mine that have boys with ME are treated the same. Now don’t get me wrong I’m all for equality but it don’t work does it?
Doing crosswords and word searches was the next thing. This was suggested at the time Rosa could hardly see most days, she was dizzy and felt sick. Cognitively she found it difficult and this is one I never tried with her. Again it is to do with the brain and its function with lactic acid eroding away the brain cells.

So when they suggested the exercise ball, I didn’t think anything of it. I did question eating while you were on the ball, but they insisted that it would take Rosia’s mind of the pain of exercise, to help with her avoidance. It was useless to say that her reluctance was not due to her not wanting to exercise and that she was aware that new exercises brings aches at first; she was a gymnast. They just would not believe she would suffer the next week or so that pain would increase and possibly leave her bed-bound.

Well it made us giggle; there we were rotating gently as we made sure our posture was correct so that our inner core was correctly engaged, while eating a chicken sandwich. We tried not to laugh. When Rosia reached across to put her plate on the side of the coffee table, she had over reached and cramp had set in. Cramp is a constant problem for her muscles. The ball slipped and piece of chicken had got stuck in the back of her throat.

After I had performed the Heineken manoeuvre, she had been sick and I had given her pain relief, I vowed I would not listen to any more silly ideas. I knew however, they had the power to take everything away from us and make our lives more miserable then it was already. That to have the letters to the school to enable Rosa to be home tutored, so that she reaches her goal of becoming a vet we needed to keep the silly idiots on our side. You have no choice but to try!

She was bright, she was breezy, she was incredibly silly, but she was all we have, so we sat there with our eager faces on, in our multi disciplinary group meeting with our engaging persona, not daring to look at each other.

“Well Rosa the last time we met we discussed your efforts to get back to normal life how did you get on?”
Eager eyes looked over to her, I held my breath.

“Well it made me wonder?” They all lent in for the revelation, the breakthrough they had all been waiting for, she paused longer for effect. “About your health and safety record! Because eating while on an unstable surface is not the right thing to be telling your patients.” Their faces dropped into expressionless professionals, “however the trip to hospital” again she paused to draw out the full impact. “To stabilise my condition was worth it, I met a rather thoughtful and considerate junior doctor, who has found I have PoTS, Hypermobile joints and a problem with my heart, alongside my M.E.”

Their faces were blank, none of them believing what had just happened. M.E is defiantly the chronic illness that just keeps on giving.

The End

Emotions have been hijacked as propaganda to show M.E sufferers in a very disparaging way. What they forget to mention is that laughter, happiness and excitement are all activities and can change the chemicals in the brain, they also have an impact on the energy of a person with M.E. Sufferers know these emotions affect them, just as much as being sad at your predicament and anxiety that comes calling for no good reason and out of the blue.

A multi-disciplinary team must mean that, and it must be led by medical factors firstly and psychiatry secondly if psychiatry is needed at all. Your physical health has a direct bearing on your emotions.

David Tuller, a public health journalist found flaws in the trial which meant it should never have been published:


This was taken from the EDHS website:

A few patients diagnosed with somation/CFS/ME could have Ehler-Danlos Syndrome (a connective tissue disorder)
 http://www.edhs.info/#!symptoms/c1qvq
Patients who truly have Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME) do not benefit from (and could be harmed by) inappropriate exercise.  Exercise therapies can leave ME patients far more severely ill than they were before and sometimes in need of emergency care.  ME patients that are able to rest adequately in the early stages of the illness have the best prognosis. ME patients must strictly avoid overexertion to have any quality of life.

Taken from the Voices from the shadows:
http://voicesfromtheshadowsfilm.co.uk/me-cfs-and-research/

The dominant view promoted by the UK Government through its National Health Service, Medical Research Council and the Science Media Centre, has long been that although ME/CFS might initially be caused by a virus, accident or stress, the long lasting debilitating illness these patients suffer is, they say, merely the result of physical de-conditioning caused by a fear of activity or exercise and over-attention to symptoms. This claim ignores the large and growing body of research demonstrating a severe neuro-immune physical illness. It has had devastating consequences for patients as well as for doctors and researchers supporting a physical understanding of the illness who have been threatened with losing their jobs and in some cases have lost their jobs. An explanation of these contrasting views can be found in “Chronic fatigue syndrome: Harvey and Wessely’s (bio)psychosocial model versus a bio(psychosocial) model based on inflammatory and oxidative and nitrosative stress pathways” by Michael Maes and Frank NM Twisk at www.biomedcentral.com
For many years several million pounds worth of MRC research funding for ME/CFS has been allocated to studies run by psychiatrists and psychologists examining the usefulness of different combinations of management programmes more appropriate for behavioural and psychological conditions. These are cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT), which was  originally developed to treat depression, and graded exercise therapy (GET) which is also considered to be a valuable treatment for depression and de-conditioning. These ‘treatments’ for ME are actually management programmes. They are used extensively to support patients receiving medical treatment for illnesses such as cancer, whereas in ME/CFS these behavioural management programmes are being used as a substitute for proper medical treatment. Alarmingly these recommended ‘treatments’, particularly GET, has been found to exacerbate illness and increase disability in many ME patients, sometimes resulting in lifelong total incapacity. (Further reading can be found here: www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov & www.iacfsme.org) There is a video from the ‘FDA: Development of safe and effective Drug Therapies for CFS and ME’ workshop with Prof Chris Snell an exercise physiologist talking about the objective measures that can be used to assess patients severe disability. Here on Day 2 Panel 3 



Lactic Acid and the brain

Shungu believes the increased lactate levels he has twice found in the brains of ME/CFS patients may result from reduced oxygen levels. He believes increased oxidative stress may release substances called isoprostanes which restrict the blood vessels in the brain. Those constricted blood vessels result in low oxygen levels (hypoxia), anaerobic energy production and the release of lactate.
In a small study Baraniuk subsequently tied increased brain lactate levels in Gulf War Syndrome to reduced cognition.  A subset of GWS patients with increased brain lactate levels prior to exercise demonstrated significantly reduced cognition after exercise. Baraniuk attributed the cognitive decline to the brains inability to utilize the lactate produced by the muscles during exercise.  The inability to use the energy resource that lactate presented resulted in the brain using anaerobic metabolism to try and meet its needs.


In PoTS, for some reason the autonomic nervous system doesn't function properly. There's a drop in blood supply to the heart and brain when you become upright.
In an attempt to compensate for this, the heart races and the body produces lots of the hormone noradrenaline (one of the hormones that prepares you for "fight or flight").

So what happens to people with oxygen levels that are taken from their brain for many reasons?

Tuesday 1 March 2016

How to Control The Pain When You Are 10 With ME!

How to Control The Pain
When You Are 10
With ME!

I’ve been sitting here for over two years now! My head hurts with it all and I don’t like or trust the doctor, she don’t listen.

She sits there with her put you down smile, thinking she knows me and my body better than me and my mum! She is one crazy lady, and I have to sit here and listen to her babble on. I just choose the things I want to do apparently; I sag in my chair. She twists and turns everything my mum tells her about our life. That I choose to avoid the things in life I don’t like, the only thing I want to avoid in my life, is her! I hear my granddad saying ‘She is no good for man nor beast!’

 I’m ten, who is going to listen to a ten year old? No one in this room and that’s for sure. At ten you are stuck as my granddad would say “between a rock and a hard place”. He would continue ‘you’re up a creak without a paddle my boy; don’t let them grind you down.’ My Granddad loves a good metaphor, and he mixes them with a passion. I would like to be in the classroom when he meets my teacher, who hates them just as much. Not sure if either of them would come out alive.

I should perhaps explain I haven’t been sitting here for two years solid, I was being sarcastic or is it ironic? Sarcasm is not the lowest form of whit; it is a way to survive when you’ve got ME. Not many people get that though. I’m lucky my mum gets it, she understands, she calls it my frustration monkey. ‘Put that monkey back in the cadge and feed it a banana, now is not the time or place to let him out’ I hear my mum say.

 I’ve been coming to the hospital for two years though, and I might as well of sat in this chair the whole time. Nothing has changed, well that is a little untrue, my world used to open to everything, now my world is just the house on a good day, my bedroom on a bad day. Somehow, and I don’t understand or know why, but my body just deflates like a soggy balloon when you are really trying hard to and blow it up. The one balloon in the whole packet that has tinny pinprick holes in it and the air just wheezes through.

It is so scary when your head feels as if it is going to burst open, when you’re legs and arms go numb and you can’t see, but they think I’m a fool for being scared, or I’m just being over anxious.
How can your body do that; make everything you do suck the energy and leave you in so much pain! It’s a big pile of shit! “Mountainous mounds of shit”, my mum calls it. She makes me laugh. We make huge shovels in our minds and shovel the shit away. I pile mine on the “She Devil”, but I don’t tell mum that, she might not like that bit.

I can’t talk about ME much, I can think, and that don’t seem to bother my bones too much, but if I try to talk it through it makes a fuzzy sponge in my head, that I can’t think around it or through it. The sponge grows with cold water; it fills all the space in my talking and logical mind. The worst thing about that, even when I Skype my friends it zaps me. Over excitement or just plain looking forward to things can make my brain freeze, but I don't stop. I have to time it though, would like to throw the timer away, whizz out the window.

I try concentrating on the soundless mouths around the clinical room. She Devil didn’t put her lipstick on very well. It looks like she can’t stay inside the line. I’m beginning to hate colouring, holding my arm and concentrating just gets to me, as if a boy of ten wants to do that anyhow. Colouring it seems is the latest cure! It’s on her teeth and now that is all I can see. She calls this way of distracting your mind as ‘deflecting the pain!’ It shuts out the pain most of the time until your mind gets too tired of playing tricks on your body, and then as granddad would say ‘ya buggered’.

Just think if I sat here still and quiet no one would notice. Who am I kidding no one notices me anyhow! I’ve already blended into the background, I've just become a statistic. If I try to explain what is going on, I’m accused of negative thoughts. So there we go, the truth is negative!

Mum is fighting to have a test done for Lymes disease. She is willing to pay for the right ones. I look at the She Devil, and for the first time in my life I feel real hate. The way her eyes look at my mum… I turn away.

Just think if I stayed here I could whisper advice to all the poor kids that have to listen to all her bullshit. Her management is ‘keeping calm, close your mind. The pain is not there! Really, try telling that to my eyes. There are no organic reasons! Now that is simply not true! What is the point, she is too dumb to understand the situation with ME. ME is a complex autoimmune disease and it affects the whole of your body.

Anyhow can anyone explain how the hell my mind will be able to help if I have an infection? I don’t know a lot, I’m only ten, but I am sure that a virus or bacterial infection will not just jump out of your body when you tell it too. Who is the immature one?

You see my legs, brain and stomach just aren’t listening to me, no matter how hard I tell them there is nothing wrong. I wonder how many kids have had to sit and suffer in this way. If She Devil was training a dog the way she treats me, someone would report her to the RSPCA! They would take her to court!  Where are the NSPCC when you need them?

My mum says that we need to come; we have to play the system until the system becomes fair and starts to understand ME. Perhaps they should go back to primary school! We are taught to be inclusive and tolerant to individuals that are a little different to us. I don’t see that happening in this room.

Perhaps at the primary school my Psychologist went to, they didn’t uphold the tidy rule or respect one and trying to understand the difference in people, was defiantly not part of their curriculum. I want to smile, but know that just would not be a good idea.

Maybe they didn’t have the right sort of discipline? Though she expects my mum to discipline me, she thinks a strong will, will get me back to school. I play a game of darts in my head. I use the She Devil for a bull’s eye. CBT shows you to deflect negative thought, I guess it works, I scored a bull’s-eye, and it made me feel better.

The mention of school makes me sad. I try everything I have to block it out; She Devil picks up on it and interprets it in her own special way. I try to block the memories, but it’s too late. The faces of my friends bounce joyfully in my mind. I remember the park we played in after school, how climbing felt and the freedom of movement under the sun. Freedom from some of the pain would be a start. I don’t see that is going to happen anytime soon.

The game I brought on our last shopping trip still sits on my table. I haven’t been able to tolerate the games on the TV, old films are OK but new ones take it out of me. It’s sat there untouched for a year. I can’t wait to show my friends and play it with them, not sure when it will happen.

I look at her as she asks a question but all I see is her hair. Did her mum not teach her to brush her hair either? Why do some people just give up on themselves? I can’t understand what she has said .
I start to wonder how she would feel, if someone behaved the way she does to my mum, to her. I wonder what her reaction would be. But there again when you are ten you’re not allowed to think your own thoughts, and you have to behave in a certain way. When you’re ten, you’re not a human you’re a child!

Her hair is a tidy mess though, another of my granddads sayings or is it mum’s. How can a mess be tidy?  I wonder if she looks in the mirror before she leaves for work. My mum tells me not to be so unkind. She Devil is, she is the unkindest person I have ever known; she hurts my mum with her power. I don’t know what they teach them at university, I wonder if they give out dragon degrees. She makes a good dragon!

All of me hurts, and I just want to switch off. I try to find a sitting position that is comfortable but nothing works. The pain is making me feel sick. I feel cold inside and I just want a cuddle, to feel the warmth of mum. If I get close to my mum though, they look at me as though I am playing on her.

I can feel my mum’s pain and frustration. I feel as if I have let her down. I don’t answer their questions, I don’t hear their questions and my mum looks so disappointed. I’m sinking into the world of fog, as the sponge in my head fills up with cold freezing water. Cold damp fog that has seeped through into my bones!

I feel like a performing monkey in front of her creepy beady eyes.. I know that whatever I say she will be putting pressure on us to comply in the opposite direction, regardless of the facts. We could not possibly understand medical matters, I’m just ten.

Finally we are allowed to leave and it is as though a spell has been broken. I’ve wasted all of my energy on what? Made to feel I am not trying to get better and how is that going to help? Get back to school with a cold wet sponge for a brain. My teacher is going to love me.

My mum squeezes my hand as I try and get my legs to work. I try to hide my reality, they would disapprove of it. I feel like we are in the film of Forest Gump, ‘Stupid is as Stupid does’, I suppose and no matter what the researchers say we have to dance to the tune of the She Devil.

Kids with ME have a hard enough time with ME but the medical profession, through lack of understanding give the wrong advice. Their advice is based on the "Mass Hysteria" at the Royal Free hospital, may I remind everyone we live in 2017? 


Dr Speight Helped us to understand 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=208JacsB5kM

Mark Van Ness has some understanding and we now use a heart Rate and Blood Pressure monitor which helps us see what is happening to Angus's body to some extent

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_cnva7zyKM&t=48s

A blood test would help, but it could take a while

https://app.secure.griffith.edu.au/news/2016/03/01/screening-test-for-chronic-fatigue-syndrome-on-its-way/?src=hp

Should Dr make amends, yes but also NHS, NICE, DWP, and the Government

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/health/12033810/Its-time-for-doctors-to-apologise-to-their-ME-patients.html

If mass Hysteria was a thing the Ebola should have made the world hysterical and all of us should have ME?
https://www.royalfree.nhs.uk/news-media/news/infectious-diseases-our-history/

Thank you for taking the time to understand some of the problems kids with ME have, now could I ask you to spread the word :-)