After being sick for so long, I finally have a name for my illness: Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, otherwise known as P.O.T.S.

A cardiac condition that's stripped me of my health, weight (causing me to drop to anorexic weight), self confidence, friends, jobs and continuing my education.

My goals are simple: gain weight, be healthier, and get out more. Basically, get my life back!

I'm also hoping to spread some awareness on this little known condition, and to highlight the struggles of the underweight and people with "invisible illnesses."

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Rocky start

The weather's been a bit odd so far today; flip-flopping between sunny and storming and I'm feeling it. I can barely breathe and am constantly lightheaded/ light-limbed
(which is what I'm calling the tingles in my arms/legs from now on.)
Hopefully, the rest of the day will even out nicely and my symptoms will ease off!


Amount of sleep:
about five hours, nightmares

Diet:
- Breakfast: bowl of rice krispies, 1 cup lactaid, 1 cup water, 1 fruit puree
- Lunch: bologna sandwich (so bad, but so delicious), potato chip snack bag, 1.5 cups dr. pepper
- Dinner: chicken, potatoes, half a cob of corn, 3 cups water
- Snack 1:
- Snack 2:


Exercise/activities:
- tons of baking.

P.O.T.S. symptoms experienced:
so far: difficulty breathing, arrhythmia, heart pounding, heat intolerance, shakes, weakness

Misc:
-

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Summery Saturday.

Ran a couple of errands today, and I'm pleased with that.
The rest of the day was spent in true summer fashion: a few minutes in the pool and grilling food.We tried a new recipe using a pepper picked from my own garden, but unfortunately the recipe wasn't very good.
(Moreso, wasn't our taste; too sweet.)

Amount of sleep:
about six hours

Diet:
- Breakfast: bowl of rice krispies, 1 cup lactaid, 2.5 cups water
- Lunch: grilled italian sausage, 3 cups water
- Dinner: steak with potato salad- both homemade with a new recipe, not very good unfortunately...but we were bound to come across a bad recipe. 2 cups water
- Snack 1: starbucks mocha
- Snack 2:


Exercise/activities:
- errands

P.O.T.S. symptoms experienced:
so far: difficulty breathing, arrhythmia, cold extremities, aches, tingling/numbness, headache, heart pounding, heat intolerance

Misc:
-

Friday, July 29, 2011

Rainy (Hurray!) Friday

It's finally raining! Our first real rain in almost a month and it's wonderful; we've desperately needed it. Yeah, the rain exacerbates my symptoms, but it's going to be so nice to see the grass turn green again!

Amount of sleep:
about six hours

Diet:
- Breakfast: 3 slices cinnamon swirl bread, 1 fruit puree, 2 cups water
- Lunch: fresh veggie pizza, 3 cups water
- Dinner: p.f. changs pepper steak/ mongolian beef with white rice. 2.5 cups water
- Snack 1: handful m&ms, 2.5 cups water
- Snack 2:
strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar, 1.5 cups water

Exercise/activities:
- errands

P.O.T.S. symptoms experienced:
so far: difficulty breathing, arrhythmia, cold extremities, aches, tingling/numbness, headache, heart pounding

Misc:
- purple hand is back

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Productive Morning

Was up and out early this morning and I'm so glad that (so far at least) my stomach seems to be feeling better for the first time in over a week. Went on a nature walk and did the grocery shopping all before 10 am! I also managed to get the laundry done and the house cleaned.
Now, I'm drained but it feels good to have been productive.

Amount of sleep:
about six hours

Diet:
- Breakfast: 2 eggo waffles, 1 hawaiian delight fruit puree, 2 cups water
- Lunch: fresh veggie pizza, 2.5 cups water
- Dinner: mac and cheese with a chicken drumstick, 4 cups water
- Snack 1: handful m&ms
- Snack 2:


Exercise/activities:
- got up early and took a walk in the park
- large grocery shop
- small amount of gardening
- laundry
- house cleaning

P.O.T.S. symptoms experienced:
so far: difficulty breathing, arrhythmia, cold extremities, aches, tingling/numbness

Misc:
-

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

back to logging...

I'm working my way back into daily logging; and, because I've had the stomach flu for over a week, I'm also working my way back to eating.


Amount of sleep:
about seven hours

Diet:
- Breakfast: 2 slices cinnamon bread, half granny smith apple, 1.5 cups water
- Lunch: slice of pepperoni pizza, 2.5 cups lime fizz (kindly made by my sister)
- Dinner: fresh veggie and ranch pizza
- Snack 1:
- Snack 2:


Exercise/activities:
- got up early and took a walk in the park

P.O.T.S. symptoms experienced:
so far: headache, upset stomach (lower), difficulty breathing, arrhythmia, cold extremities, aches

Misc:
-

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Getting back on track

I've kind of diverted away from my daily logging, which was really helping me, so I have to get back to it. I also have to get back in the swing of recording my BPs, my diet and my symptoms.

I'll work on it.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

ABI- check!

I had my Ankle- Brachial Index (ABI) test this morning.

In the grande scheme of testing that I've had, it wasn't that bad.
You go in, lay on a table in a fancy gown, and they put BP cuffs on your arms and legs. Then they take the pressures in your arms (elbows) and two pressures in your leg; one on the top of the foot, and one on the back.

After that, they took a wave sonogram of the arteries in my legs: groin, behind the knees, and two places in my feet. That part took forever.

Then, there's an 'exercise' portion of the test where I had to walk on a treadmill for five minutes and then hop on the table while the did the arm and leg blood pressures again. Thankfully, that was the end.

The tech thought that everything looked good (meaning no Peripheral Artery Disease) but she can't say 100% for sure because the doctor has to look at it.
***
Not such a bad test really...although, unfortunately, I had a massive POTS attack in the middle (lack of movement, posture changes, temperature changes...from 90 outside to 65 inside, etc). So that part was a nightmare and I couldn't wait to go home.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

New Cardiologist

Yesterday I went to see a new cardiologist.

He was really nice, and he made me laugh. We talked about POTS and what I was doing for it, and he said there's nothing else he can suggest. I'm doing everything I can. He'd seen a few patients with it, but none of the ones my age or older had 'grown out' of it, or gotten better; though some had some relief with medications and lifestyle changes. There's no standard form of treatment; it's just trial and error. There isn't enough information out there about it because it's so new, and there aren't many physicians who know about it. In his words: "POTS is a shitty condition." Like I don't know that!

Even though that news wasn't particularly positive or helpful, it did make me feel better that I'm doing everything I can; the problem isn't me or my efforts, it's the condition and lack of medical knowledge on it.

I have to take a vitamin D supplement because my levels are really low (it's a specific 8 week regimen to restore my vitamin D, not just a regular vitamin).

As for the purple hand/foot, I have to have an Ankle-Brachial Index test (ABI) to rule out Peripheral Artery Disease.

There were other things that went on in my appointment; some that were upsetting...but they're not related to POTS so I'm going to keep them in my private blog instead.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Some like it hot.

Some...don't.
Actually, it's more a case of 'the heat hates me'.

The last few days have been pretty rough for me. It's been almost 90 degrees out every day. The outlook for the next week: more 90 degree weather. Thursday it might even be 95! Ugh.

A couple of days ago, Saturday, I did pretty well. I'd never been in heat this high since starting my medications so I decided to test the waters. I stocked up on salty snacks and tons of water. My boyfriend and I went swimming and I spent a couple of hours outside. I thought I was doing really well until I started to crash later.

On the way to my boyfriend's for dinner, I had a full out attack. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see straight (which was not a good thing while driving!), I was nauseous and my throat stopped working. I couldn't even tell my boyfriend what was wrong. I walked in, sat on his couch and cried because I'm so tired of feeling like this and having these problems. It was only a few hours and most of it was in the shade! The later the day got, the worse I felt. I became very achey and sore with a bad headache and nausea. All I could do was pound the water. It felt like how other people describe a hangover. (I wouldn't know because I've never had more than two drinks in a sitting before in my life, and I don't drink with my medication.)
***
The next day, I was still feeling iffy, so I stayed inside almost the entire day. I decided to swim for literally 30 minutes, and I started to feel very sick again. A half hour! That was the end of my being outdoors time for the day. Thankfully it wasn't as bad for the rest of the day, but it was still bad.
***
The last few days have been really muggy, which is almost worse. I can feel the heaviness in the air. My heart pounds, my headaches are awful and my arrhythmia trips more often. The pooling in my legs is so uncomfortable that I want to scream!
***
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The part that's really upsetting about all of it to me, is that I was asked to go on vacation with my boyfriend's family this year; and (for once) I was seriously debating going.
They're going to one of my favorite beach locations, and I very much would like to go to the beach. After everything, it would be so nice to go and relax.
But, I just don't think I can go.
If I'm unable to tolerate an hour outside here when it's 90 degrees out, there's no way I can tolerate 100+ degrees for the 8-10 hours a day they spend on the beach.
They are getting rooms with a/c, but to drive 14 hours (which is also very hard on my POTS) to sit in a hotel room 23 hours a day is a huge waste of time and money.
I want to go to the beach, not watch them be at the beach from the hotel.
Maybe next year.
sigh.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Sex POTS

I'm just going to warn everyone now...this entry is going to be a lot of TMI.
I've debated a lot about it and I think it's an important thing to talk about in case any other POTS patient is out there researching what life with it is like.


We're going to venture into an arena that is extremely private for me: sex and having periods as a POTS patient. I'm going to try and keep in detached and clinical, but the fact is it's still going to be about those two things. (I lumped them together to get them out of the way)
So, you've been warned.

I apologize whole-heartedly for making anyone uncomfortable.
Okay, here we go.
*****

POTS presents a daily challenge even on the best of days. So many things affect it: moving, postures, the weather, temperatures, pressures, stress, physical exertion...the list goes on and on. Just getting out of bed, showering or using the bathroom can be tough some days.

Even on the best of days, I have a hard time functioning like a normal person.

Being a woman, part of life is having a special visitor once a month...

For a normal woman, that visitor can range from being mildly irritating to being an all out horror show. Before I had POTS, mine were somewhere inbetween the two extremes. I had migraines and bad cramps, but I could function normally. I started taking birth control and it completely regulated my periods and even helped my migraines and cramps. I won't say having it was a pleasure, but it wasn't intolerable.

Now, however is a completely different story. First of all, I had to stop taking birth control. I found that it exacerbated my symptoms and made me very sick. My periods have become highly irregular. (This last go round was 8 weeks in between.) My legs and feet feel heavy and uncooperative, and the pooling of blood in them is worse that normal. They go numb quickly, so I have to have them elevated almost constantly. My whole body trembles, and I'm very weak. I wear out easily. My nausea is almost constant for the entire duration. I have HORRIBLE blood clots- massive, painful ones. My period also lasts for-what feels like-an eternity. Much longer than it used to anyways.
I know, a lot of these things women have every day...but when your body doesn't regulate itself like everyone else's does, it's much worse.

The pain of cramping is much, much worse than it used to be. Pain is a trigger, so my heart rates spike when the pain is worse, which makes my pressures wonky and makes me feel sick and tachycardic. (It's like being stabbed in the ovary, and then having a small heart attack as a result. Painful, then scary, then painful.)

While it's awful, and borderline unbearable, it happens every few weeks and is more-or-less predictable. I mean, I've had my period since I was 14; I know it's not a pleasure cruise. This is just taking that awfulness and making it more intense. Knowing what's coming though makes it a bit more manageable.
*****

Now sex is a different ball game altogether.

Sex isn't a scheduled event...at least for me it's not. (Maybe for some people it is, but not for me)
Sex is all around a very difficult and, sometimes, uncomfortable thing for someone with POTS.

Normal Scenario: Your 'average' person will be with someone they're interested in, they'll start getting into the things leading up to sex (kissing, etc...whatever it means to you) and that gets their heart rate going. They're body is equipped to handle these changes naturally, so it's smooth sailing for them. They get turned on, they 'do the deed', they (theoretically) enjoy it, then they relax and enjoy post-coital bliss.

For a POTS patient, this isn't the case. The biggest problem with POTS is the fact that the body is dysfunctional at handling blood pressure changes, and compensating for them.

POTS Scenario: You're with someone you're interested in having sex with. Cue foreplay (kissing, etc) *BAM* heart out of whack. BPs out of whack. Arrhythmia sets in. Chest pains...sometimes so bad that it scares you. You feel like you're having a small heart attack and you haven't even done anything yet. This happens every time. Some attacks are worse than others.

Let's assume this is a minor attack. These things happen, but they're tolerable enough that you can get through them. Next your big challenge is: your body is uh...not in the mood. Your heart rate and BP are not well controlled...and to be in the mood, certain areas of your body (male or female) have to have well-controlled, constant, steady blood flow just to make the necessary things happen to be turned on. Have a POTS attack while making out? Chances are even if your mind says 'yes' to sex, your other areas are not prepared or able to. Think 'that must be embarrassing'? Guess what, it is.

It works the other way around too. With POTS, your nerve are affected to so your sensations are also off. So, all those pleasurable zings down your spine when you get kissed just right? Sometimes they happen, sometimes they don't. That feeling of being turned on? Sometimes it happens, and sometimes it doesn't. So your body might be turned on, but you'd never know it.

(Sounding complicated already? Good. It is.)

Okay, let's say it's a perfect scenario...you get turned on, you feel turned on and your POTSyness has been minimal up until this point. Here's the moment of truth: the actual sex part.

POTS is called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia for a reason. Different postures make it worse.
So...naturally you can see where the problem now lies. Sex requires different positions and postures, even the most basic of them present problems. At best, you lose feelings in hands and feet...at worse, you have a major POTS attack (heart pounding, chest pains, inability to breathe-not the good kind-, limbs going numb, arrhythmia, dizziness, nausea, so on and so forth...) Some positions are better than others. Some are worse. Each person is different.

You have no idea how humiliating it is to be half way through something, and have to stop because your face is ashen, you can't breathe, and your heart is squeezing so painfully you could cry-but I do. You look and feel like you're having a heart attack. You scare the hell out of your partner. Not sexy.

Let's say you've made it through all of that with minor symptoms. (A rare occurrence.)
Now, the afterglow segment. Or, so you'd like to think. I mean, you've made it through all of that so now you should at least be able to relax and enjoy it right?

Unfortunately, no. Right afterward, your BP drops significantly in a normal person. For someone with a normal body, they relax and their BP drops but they've recovered after a minute or two and their bodies can bring them down gently.

For a POTS patient, that significant drop in blood pressure is a big deal. Sometimes, it feels like your heart just fell out of your chest. Coming down afterwards feels like touching down a helicopter in wind shears: jumpy, rough, painful, nauseating. Sometimes there is trembling. Sometimes it's another full out attack.
*****

Now, for any POTS patient out there reading this: know that it is possible to have sex. It's possible to get through these things, and it's possible to deal with them as best you can. The plain, brutal honesty though is that it could be like everything I've outlined. That is what my sex life is.

I'm lucky to have an incredibly understanding partner, but it crushes me often to not be able to have sex as often we'd like to- we're only in our 20s. It's embarrassing to have my body fail again and again and again. It's hard to never feel likes I want sex even though my body says yes because POTS affects my sensation recognition. It's hard to want sex and have my body be unable or unwilling to want it too. It's downright humiliating to have to stop at any point in the process because you're clammy and pale and feel like you're having a heart attack. It's scary and upsetting to see fear on your partners face while you're having an attack. It's hurtful to see them wanting to help you but being unable to.

It makes me insecure, it hurts, it's upsetting to be unlike everyone else my age in this arena too.
It makes me feel like less of a person because I can't share this with the person I love like everyone else can and does naturally, with minimal thought or effort involved.

To the normal people reading this: The next time you have sex (make love, whatever you call it)... remember how lucky you are, and be grateful for the experience and the ability. You're extremely fortunate.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Making contact...

Now that I have the records from my doctor's office, I got up today with full intent to call lawyers. Enough time has already been wasted.

Looking through the phone book, there are two that do product liability cases, which is what I'm told mine would be considered. Both are big firms in this area. I actually live-chatted with one of the firms this morning to see if they even take my kind of case; which they do. Someone from their office is going to call me. I e-mailed the other.

Both offer free consultations, so I'm hoping to be able to take up those offers and get more clarification on whether or not I have a case and can file.

While my POTS specialist said that I'm over the statute of limitations, my mom and I have been doing some research on the vaccine separately. We've also looked at cases associated with the vaccine; and nowhere on their site or in transcripts of other cases does it talk about any specific time period...so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

It's a long shot. A very long shot. But either way I'm going to get some closure on this issue. I'm just hoping that it'll be in a way that's beneficial to me.

Heaven knows I could really use it. While my dad was very nice in paying back some money he owed me (from a deal we'd made a long time ago that we both forgot about) it's only going to sustain me for maybe two months. I've applied for a job just to have some sort of income, but I'm not sure I can even handle it physically. Some sort of assistance has the potential to change my life.

I know (at least for the time being) I'm not going to get better physically, it's a case of trying to manage my symptoms, but I could be in better shape for taking care of the needs I have that this vaccine forced me to need.

I'm hoping someone gets back to me soon, and that I get some much-needed good news.

*crossing my fingers*

Friday, July 8, 2011

Quit yer Bitchin'

Warning: This entry is about to be unkind.
Today the weather is brutal and my POTS symptoms are out of control. I couldn't even stay up to shower, and when I could I near passed out after taking the stupid shower. Both my hand and my foot on the right side are purple, my hearts pounding out of my chest, and I'm gasping for air. I'm hiding in my house praying the a/c will at least help me breathe. I'm a bit miserable.

Which brings me to this entry.

I am SO sick of people complaining about things that are totally stupid and ridiculous. Whenever I see someone on facebook say "omg I have the worst paper cut ever" I just want to punch them in the face. Or when they complain about something that's entirely their fault ("ugh feeling so sick and hungover") Do you know what happens to me if I have half of a single drink? I'm sicker than a dog and you expect sympathy for downing 20 beers and forcing yourself to be sick? Not going to happen. Or when people complain about being caught doing something illegal and having to actually pay for their mistakes. ("I don't understand why so-and-so doesn't trust me") I'm over here unable to use the bathroom for crying out loud and you're pissing your life away with that and then expect me to feel sorry for you? No, I won't.

Don't get me wrong, I understand people need to vent sometimes, and I can be a complainer (I try to keep it here and away from "real life" and others.) but I'm not complaining about something that's my fault, or some stupid decision that I made, or a PAPER CUT.

I just want to shake these people, knock their heads together and tell them to shut the hell up. They have no appreciation for just how good they really have it and sometimes it makes me so angry I could scream. I wish I could trade lives with them for just one day and help them get some perspective on things.

You have no idea just how lucky you are.
So, for cryin' out loud- shut up, count your blessings and quit your bitchin'.

(Note: This obviously doesn't apply to everyone; just a select few who seem to think that a sniffle should be front page news and that their own stupidity is something they should get sympathy for when some people have REAL problems.)

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

So now it's tomorrow...

I fully intended to get my records today and start calling some lawyers. I really did.
The records lady had told me that she would have my stuff together for my by the end of last week, so it should be no problem today right? Well, in theory anyways.

I got up early-around 8 (which I realize isn't early for most working people)- and headed out there.
I went in and asked for my records, and the receptionist looked at me like I was crazy. She went through the files cabinet of records waiting to be picked up and couldn't find mine. Ugh.

So, she went to ask the woman in charge of records, and she came out to tell me that she hadn't gotten to them yet. Double ugh. She then told me that she could have them for me by the end of the week-again but as long as I was there I should sign a records release. I wasn't pleased.

It turns out that irritation is a great motivator. I went for a short drive after that, and by the time I'd gotten home and settle in for lunch, she called me to double check what I'd requested (last 5 years of records in full. everything) and then said she should have them for me tomorrow. She would call me either way so I don't waste another trip.

I'm crossing my fingers that I really do get my hands on them tomorrow. It's important to not keep wasting time on this, seeing as the odds are already way against me.
Plus, I'm very curious to see what's in them. Like that pesky "fatal" note in my record that my specialist keeps talking about...

On the plus side, my irritation served me well as I got the whole house cleaned up...quite the task considering the weather's continued effect on my POTS- bad arrhythmia, heat intolerance, migraines, nausea...the whole gamut. (In spite of it, I hope to make it to my sister's outdoor concert tonight...)

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Somedays I wonder...

What a supportive family would be like.

Today, I was pretty proud of myself. It's freakin' hot out (85+) and muggy, which for me usually means feeling crappy. I've done my best to battle it as well as I can. I loaded up on salty foods, caffeine (I'll be sick tomorrow from my allergy I'm sure), and lots of water. I stayed in the shade all morning/afternoon- up until now, when I'm in the house of course; because it looks like rain and the air is too heavy to breathe. I even managed to give the dogs an impromptu outdoor bath. (They were very good and now they're clean and fluffy and smell wonderful!)

Anyways, I did what I could. I tried hard, and now I'm shaking and exhausted so I decided to take a break. I had an iced coffee and sat down to try and read a book, when my mom and sister came out to chat.

First, it was benign stuff. Then the conversation turned to my acne and face picking, that my sister also does when she's stressed. She's had a rough few days so she's been doing it a lot and my mom said "well it's okay because she's stressed."

I said, "why is it okay for her to do it when she's stressed? All you do is yell at me whenever I do it."

She goes, "what do you have to be stressed about? You don't have any stress in your life."

um...what?!?!!?

Oh no, no stress at all. Chronic heart problems and a chronic illness are both fun and enjoyable. Endless doctors (most of whom have never even heard of POTS) and their testing is a joy. Little relief from my constant symptoms is gratifying. No funds and no way to work isn't stressful at all; it's a vacation! Support like this from you is a pleasure!
(sarcasm obviously)

I swear she will never get it. Never. I don't understand how she can be this unsupportive and this obtuse. How can you be so blind to your child's condition and how it affects them? How can you honestly think a POTS patient's life is a stress free pleasure cruise.

Her parting words were: "just suck it up like everyone else does."

Yeah.