Inside The Mind of Rhi
Thursday, 22 August 2019
PTSD and Fibromyalgia diagnoses in the same year? Great...
So here goes nothing.
Earlier this year, after having a resurgence of some very intense panic attacks, frequent faints that landed me in hospital overnight getting my heart checked, nightmares, and very horrible flashbacks to a bad situation I was in a few years ago, I decided to seek help. I was eventually diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) which was a relief, to be quite frank. The waiting for counselling has been horrendous and the fear of going out coupled with the frequent fainting only recently abated, which has had an impact on my ability to attend my degree course and work.
Fast forward to last Friday, where a flare up of pain left me in bed crying in agony. My mum encouraged me to go to the doctors as it has been over 10 years of me complaining of back pain and a myriad of other incapacitating symptoms that also impact my ability to work and get on with my education. I politely but firmly told my GP I was fed up of the pain and after so many invasive tests not knowing what was quite clearly wrong with my body. He eventually - after 10 years of investigating and debilitating pain - was able to tell me that he was very certain that I had fibromyalgia; a chronic illness that causes widespread pain, fatigue, pins and needles or numbness in the limbs, amongst other symptoms. Although I am happy that I finally know what is wrong with me, I am also sad. Some may ask why I could be sad at finally knowing the cause. But all these years I have held onto the hope that I would one day be better and not have to deal with the pain and constant tiredness, that I wouldn't worry about going to bed one night feeling fine and waking up immobile and in agony the next. I hoped that I would never have to take pain medications on a regular basis again, I hoped that I might never have to use crutches to support my legs again. But fibromyalgia is a chronic illness with no cure, and while I'm glad to know what I'm dealing with now, I'm mourning the loss of hope that I would be magically cured. Which, coupled with finding out I'm hypermobile last year, which causes extra stress on my joints as they're a bit too bendy, has all been a bit much.
Experiencing PTSD the way I have this year, and coming to terms with the fibromyalgia diagnosis has been hard. I didn't know what to expect in 2019 but this definitely wasn't it. The only good thing to come out of these diagnoses though is that I'm determined not to let my anxiety, the PTSD, the hypermobility or the fibromyalgia ruin my life or stop me achieving anything I set my mind to. I know my body's limits, and I will 100% try to respect them, but not at the cost of having a happy and productive life.
Thursday, 18 May 2017
That's A Wrap! (Content Warning)
I never thought I would make it into university in the first place. I was convinced that I wouldn't achieve my dreams. When I got to university; I became a campus relationship statistic (though, by the grace of God, not the most serious campus statistic), I experienced numerous breakdowns, extreme setbacks and hospitalisations with my spine, seen my parents split and reunite, lost an entire 'friendship' group, and battled with feeling like I couldn't do it. I've called my Mum crying saying I wanted to drop out at least 4 times each academic year.
I've battled with body image and old ED habits, with being unable to move/shower/walk without assistance, with being lonely and scared while 130 miles from home - which is 129 too many when you're a big softie like me.
But I have met some amazing people, became closer friends with two of the most amazing people, felt the love and support of my little sister in measures I've never seen before, had the encouragement and patience of four of the most inspirational young women ever, and have been cheered up every day by my friends from home. I made it through every trial that life has thrown at me so far and I don't intend to stop fighting now.
I've shocked myself at how much I've grown as a person. Coming to Nottingham Trent University has helped me unlock the ability to decide what is right for me, regardless of whether other people think I'm right. It has taught me to know when to push my limits and when to play it safe. It has given me the space to rebel and rediscover who I am, and has allowed me to learn when to ask for help. It has taught me to keep fighting for what I know is right, and to keep pushing forwards every day even when I feel at my worst. It has made me more appreciative of my friends and family - as without them I wouldn't be here to celebrate making it through three years as an undergraduate.
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
QMC, Rare Conditions, and Consultants
In the early hours of Sunday 5 March I was admitted to Queens Medical Centre (QMC) in Nottingham for a flare up of back pain that had worsened. At this point, it had already lasted three weeks but I'd developed new symptoms and even my home supply of strong pain medication wasn't doing anything to diminish the pain. QMC were brilliant, they did all the right blood tests, did a new MRI of my spine, gave me the best care I've ever had (barring one rude doctor who assumed that because I was sitting up that I was well enough to go home), did all the right checks and took all the best precautions when I started collapsing, and ensured that the physiotherapists gave me crutches and did some occupational therapy checks so I'd be safe once I got home. The whole experience was a little scary at times as. One of the times that I collapsed I had to be given oxygen and a doctor had to be called, my blood sugar levels kept dropping really low at points - I think 3.1 was the lowest it got, and a patient opposite me took ill in the early hours one night and emergency measures had to be taken to save her which was terrifying to listen to. And it's always hard when you have to go into hospital on your own, away from your family and they can only visit once because you're so far away.
As far as the actual problems with my back, I was diagnosed in 2012 as having something called Syringomyelia. It's a cyst or syrinx in the spinal cord that can cause a variety of symptoms, many of which I experience. According to a variety of medical sites, it's apparently rather rare, although not untreatable. I was told by my consultant at my London hospital that the Syringomyelia wasn't causing any problems but that they were going to continue investigating to find out what was wrong, and they bluntly refuse to drain it (which can cause more problems if left). During my recent stay in hospital, it was made apparent to me that the doctors at QMC felt it was the syrinx that was causing problems - which certainly makes sense when I compare the symptoms it causes against my own. I've been mad at my consultant for years for lack of communication with me, and to know that I was diagnosed with something but told that it wasn't an issue despite all the problems it's causing me is heartbreaking. It's hindering my ability to progress with my life the way a regular 22 year old woman should be, and the impact of these flare ups extends across my academic, financial, and personal life.
And it's crushing me to feel like my consultant doesn't take me seriously, and thinks I can manage with these worsening flare ups and every day symptoms on my own.
Im not very well versed in rare conditions, nor do I know much about my own spinal condition. All I know is the impact it's having on my education, my friendships, relationships, employability, and my mental health. The anxiety of going to bed worrying about whether you'll be able to walk when you wake up even if you went to bed feeling fine the feeling low because you have to frequently cancel or just avoid making plans and can't go to your classes, the frustration of realising that you need assistance brushing your teeth and getting to the toilet because of being immobile/in too much pain. It can be absolutely devastating, especially at 22.
I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful support network. My family, my closest uni friends, the amazing women I did my NSPCC internship with, and my closest friends from home have given me so much strength and support. I would be truly lost without the support network I have and not for a second do I ever take any of them for granted. I was lucky enough in my last relationship to have someone that was so supportive and caring when it came to my back problems and the toll that it could often take on the relationship. While lots of other things may not have gone right, his support and fierce encouragement to get the medical help when I needed it is something that I will always be thankful to him for. More often than not I still think "what would he advise me to do?" to gauge what I should do when I'm in a medical pickle!
I don't really know what the future holds for me with regards to my spine. I still have high aspirations and I know the path I want to take with my career. I know the plans I have for my future, it's just a matter of making the adjustments now to make sure my back cooperates. But it doesn't mean that it's any less frustrating that it's been nearly 7 years of investigating and we're not really that much closer to finding out what to do next. I'm prepared for the worst but always hoping for the best. I don't want my syringomyelia to define me, but it is a significant part of my life at the moment.
Saturday, 6 August 2016
Why It Is Imperative to Love Yourself Before You Love Someone Else
Wednesday, 3 August 2016
What It Means To Be Me
Now, in the past two years I've experienced a breakup with the only person I've ever loved, seen my parents split, watched my sister go through an emotionally abusive relationship, I've seen my Mum in and out of hospital for chest problems, I've been subject to derogatory comments, backstabbing and physical abuse from people that I once considered friends, I've had hospital visits and in-patient stays, I've seen my grades slip here and there, I've had to start therapy. I've been absolutely broke and had to borrow money just to be able to eat some days.
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
The Arts versus Business: Are Oil Companies The Right Sponsors For Museums?
Being a History undergraduate, a frequent visitor to the
Monday, 21 December 2015
Noma Dumezweni as Hermione
Since the casting was announced, there have been many who have voiced criticisms about the casting of Noma Demezweni, on the grounds that she is a woman of colour. J.K. Rowling was speedy in taking to Twitter to defending the casting of Dumezweni, posting "Canon: brown eyes, frizzy hair and very clever. White skin was never specified. Rowling loves black Hermione", along with actor Matthew Lewis, who played Neville Longbottom in the eight-film franchise, who similarly took to Twitter to combat criticism, posting "And Neville Longbottom was blonde. I really don't care. Good luck to her".