tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25726892578831426852024-03-13T17:05:20.836-04:00Boone FamilyA place to check in and see what the Boone crew is up to. With an Army dad, a mom with a chronic illness, 4 kids and a dog a story is almost always brewing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-43264696993147496242012-09-20T10:41:00.000-04:002012-09-20T10:47:30.895-04:00Crap I am not wearing my costume<div>
So the other day Rob and I are outside with the little kids. I am sick and feel like hell but watching kids play is good stuff so I drag my half alive butt off the couch bring the blanket with me considering I am in 2 day old PJs which as any self respecting mother knows would not include a bra. </div>
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Happy laughter, kids running... okay its been 5 minutes I am ready to go back inside and slowly die of phlegm induced drowning when I see Brayden on his scooter. He has no helmet and is literally flying down the hill on our street. I stand up braced for whats about to happen and BOOM. He falls and bounces off the side walk, into the grass and finally the street. Rob was closer and made it to him and was carrying him back to our yard to evaluate the damage. </div>
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Rob looks up at me and says "Let me have the blanket to put under his head" of course I immediately hand it over as we are looking him over. Anything to make my falling apart boy more comfortable as we make sure he is still in working condition. Until I realize all the neighborhood kids are here, and in our hood thats like 20. I am in a tshirt and yoga pants with no freaking bra on and my blanket is under my crying child's head. Now I know this shouldn't matter at that moment, and it didn't.</div>
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It did start to matter when Rob took Brayden wrapped in my blanket to the truck and off to the after hour clinic to be sure he was as okay as our combined medical experience seemed to believe him to be. I was left with the said 20 kids in my yard asking if I thought he was going to be okay. Now I am left there thinking 'great, not only was my kiddo not wearing a helmet but now I am that lady they will have horrifyingly burned into their brains who stood in the yard with no bra on'. Now before you call child services on me I think I did okay at covering the whole thing(s) up.</div>
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The kiddo is fine, some band aids and Motrin and he is as good as new. I got on the computer that night and found this gem by accident and just couldn't resist sharing. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-15261406179561926992012-09-12T11:44:00.000-04:002012-09-18T18:46:43.102-04:00Pacemaker, Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator and Phil Collins<br />
You: “So what have you been doing lately?”<br />
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Me: “Lots of writing, pledged 100 miles of pedaling for Invisible Illness Awareness Week and that’s going really well, oh and I just finished up a 30 day evaluation for a potential pacemaker and Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator.”<br />
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Okay so no I don’t carry on that conversation stopper too often but some of you have heard it. Now that people know what is happening to me these conversations are happening more often and they are becoming more real somehow. It’s a hard reality but I do believe it is emotionally healthy to be able to discuss these things instead of holding them in and worrying alone.<br />
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Being a 36 year old wife and mother of four and to find out you have something wrong with you is a little unexpected. It took about 6 months and 3 doctors before I really believed something was really wrong, I mean I knew I wasn’t doing well but I had a hard time with hearing I had a rarely diagnosed condition. I mean it’s rare so therefore someone else should have it right? Dysautonomia didn’t really roll off the tongue and it didn’t help that the local medical world thought I was “interesting” and hearing multiple doctors say they are familiar “but have never treated anyone with dysautonomia” wasn’t exactly comforting.<br />
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I heard doctors come together in the room with me and say things to each other like “maybe a ventricular ablation would be the best route” and “pacemaker defibrillator combo would control brady and tachy” but I thought they had to be over exaggerating and considering they rudely acted as if I wasn’t right there I did the same right back to them. If I ignore it then it clearly wasn’t said, maybe they were talking about the other lady in the next room. I took the meds they gave me and went to the next specialist, and no longer see that first cardiac team. It was a hard break up but I think they got over me. After hearing this whole ablation, pacemaker and defibrillator talk a few times with them I thought it was at least something in my future, as in 15 years maybe.<br />
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My new team of doctors, whom I trust with my life and that is a good way to feel about your doctors, brought up Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator (ICD) and possible pacemaker combo my eyes welled up with tears. Okay here is where you have to know me, I can cry on at the drop of a dime if I want to. I am really good with dramatic effect. When I do not want to cry and it happens I am humiliated. I would rather poke myself in the eye with a pencil and say “I am sorry I seem to have something in my eye” then cry in front of anyone. The real pisser here is there were no pencils around that I could find.<br />
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The first step is apparently calling everyone. My Neurologist, Dysautonomia specialist and Cardiologist are all in cahoots at this point. The ironic part is they hook me up to an event monitor. Now I have been able to hide these pretty well but seriously I have been monitored more often than not over the last year, a gal only has so many shirts that hide 3 sticky tabs and wires, not to mention the pager style recorder. I can’t help but feel like at this point we need to just decide. The fact is though there are medical guidelines and we need to be certain I fit them and that this is the best route for me. They’ll look at my year of on again off again monitoring and decide if I fall into accepted, controversial, or the not warranted category. I am putting my money on controversial, I mean come on it’s the only fun category being offered.<br />
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The fact that the ICD was first used in humans in 1980 and approved by the FDA in 1985 was emotional to hear in itself. I mean how can I be old enough to need something made (in my mind) for an old person’s heart that was approved when I was 10. Let’s get real here, we are talking about a medical breakthrough for the heart approved when I was listening to Madonna whisper moan about feeling like a virgin and I had no real idea what she was rolling around the floor for. Seriously, I am still trying to decode Phil Collins Sussudio and I am still crushing on A Ha while they were all animated and running around trying to Take On Me. I wanted to stand up and say “I am really sorry fellas but I am way too young for this”. Instead I sat still and focused on sucking that watery mess back into my eye balls.<br />
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So the deal is IF this is even the route we go; the Defibrillator will have an antitachycardia pacing that will have a preset number of rapid fire pulses (fire pulses, because this sounds like something you want in your heart) these pulses, in all hopes, will stop the ventricular tachycardia when it happens. If it does not the ICD preforms its own cardioversion, which sounds like a lot of stuff happening to a heart just having a hard time figuring out how to beat appropriately. The pacemaker does pretty much the same but opposite, when my heart rate drops too low it will send an electrode to get things going again. At this point I am wondering if I am going to be walking around jumping from all this internal shock therapy and thinking with my awesome cane and internal shock therapy I will be able to avoid unwanted conversation with people for the rest of my life, note to self on possible bright side. <br />
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As you can tell in my mind I have already gone to a different place. It shifts a tad to a self-centered place, a place where I am still struggling to be a hot mom, for godsake I have a babysitter for this appointment to talk about pacemakers. This just cannot be happening right now. I’d rather be at Pilates, or reading or writing or ANYTHING. And what the hell is Phil singing about in Sussudio. I actually come close to asking the doctor, I mean he obviously knows everything, then decide there is little chance he is cool enough to really know and then I might get a referral to a whole different doctor.<br />
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So now I sit and wait, knowing even if we do this it does not cure my Dysautonomia but will help regulate my heart rate so that I am more able to do things other people my age do without much thought. Like walking the dog or going through every aisle at the grocery store, I know I am really thinking big here. I will still deal with my big obstacles of Chronic Fatigue and Orthostatic Intolerance not to mention convulsions and pre syncope. I know right, pretty sexy. But I think the biggest bit of information I can pass on is that I googled an interview Phil Collins gave and the Sussudio lyrics are based on this schoolboy crush on this girl but he doesn’t really know her so he calls her Sussudio. I personally hope everyone who pined over someone plays this song today and sings it really loud. Life is fun that way.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-61943003734960212292012-08-28T00:38:00.001-04:002012-12-12T10:33:47.287-05:0030 Things You Might Not Know About Me~ Invisible Illness Awareness Week 2012<br />
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1. The illness I live with is: <br />
Dysautonomia (dysfunctional autonomic nervous system) Dysautonomia is different for different people, for me I suffer with Chronic Fatigue, frequent Premature Ventricular Complex, GERD, Long QT syndrome, Inappropriate Sinus Tachycardia and Bradycardia, non-sustained Ventricular Tachycardia and Orthostatic Intolerance. Dysautonomia is considered both a chronic and progressive invisible illness, which means it’s with me for good and can become more impairing. It took a long road to get pointed in the right direction. I owe a lot to The Center for Autonomic Disorders<br />
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2. I was diagnosed with it in the year:<br />
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4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is:<br />
I have gotten much worse this last year and I have to plan my day down to the details. One of my main conditions is Orthostatic Intolerance, I am basically not that tolerant to being upright so if I overdo things, my heart goes berserk or I have convulsions. I have to rest before and after everything. On a doctor visit day I can’t also go to the grocery store or I will for sure have some type of episode. Using a cane has been a huge adjustment; if I have to do something that requires a lot of walking and or standing I am much better off using a cane even though I am not 100% comfortable with it yet.<br />
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5. Most people assume:<br />
I would guess that most people know how much I love exercising so they would never think I have a chronic debilitating illness. I am very limited to what I can do, I use a recumbent bike while hooked up to a heart monitor and have started Pilates with an amazing instructor who is also a nurse. I cannot stand up for long without passing out or having severe tachycardia so these are working for me. In general people assume if you look healthy you are. For people who know I’ve been going through something I would say they assume I have a heart condition when it is actually that my autonomic nervous system is not functioning properly. Another big assumption is that it must not be too bad because I went to the mall or worked out etc... I have good days, great days even, great weeks at that. Then I am in rough shape for a while. I don’t know ahead of time how it’s going to be or how long it will last but I assure you I do everything I can when I am good.<br />
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6. The hardest part about mornings: <br />
The worst is having to start the first wave of medications on an empty stomach (barfaroo) and the kids wanting breakfast right away while I am still light headed and nauseated from meds. It is also very aggravating on Sunday morning when I set up my meds for the week, it takes forever and if I have a convulsions… well it’s a lot like a jigsaw puzzle I didn’t sign up to do.<br />
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7. My favorite medical TV show is:<br />
I used to love House, not a huge medical TV kind of person<br />
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8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: <br />
On good days it would be my recumbent bike (I guess this isn’t a gadget), it is in my living room and if I can pedal I will. My IPhone would be my actual gadget, I am thankful to be chronically ill in a time when I can still have communication and entertainment even when I am stuck at home.<br />
(Yeah Facebook and Words with Friends what would I do without those links to the world??!!)<br />
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9. The hardest part about nights:<br />
Waking up with tachycardia or trying to fall asleep with Bradycardia, both are scary feelings.<br />
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10. Each day I take:<br />
13 prescription medications (some are the same RX multiple times) and 2 over the counter meds. So that is 105 pills to potentially spill, yes I am still stuck on that. That was a crappy day.<br />
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11. Regarding alternative treatments: <br />
I salt load but will need salt tablets soon (barf), I have to try and drink about 80oz of water a day, I have some compression wear for my arms and legs and when other friends with dysautonomia find something that works I give my doc a call. Exercise is so important; I now try to clock some exercise time in even on the bad days.<br />
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12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose:<br />
Invisible, the downfall is definitely harder to diagnose because for a long time doctors thought I was fine because I wasn’t symptomatic at the moment my vitals were taken. As it progressed it became painfully obvious to my doctors. The benefit was I still had time to deal with the diagnosis with my family and decide if and who I wanted to share the information with. <br />
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13. Regarding working and career: <br />
I am a stay at home mom and have been since 2003, I volunteer a little less each year and that makes me sad. I loved being in the class room. I always planned on going back to work but with my symptoms I cannot imagine being a desirable employee. Some days I have a hard time with short term memory and recalling words, I have periods of time when I pass out frequently or have convulsions not to mention a lot of doctors’ appointments.<br />
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14. People would be surprised to know: <br />
One of the big motivators to come all the way out of the 'invisible closet' is because I am on the wait list for a cardiac service dog!!! I think people also would be surprised to know 2 of my 4 kids also have an invisible illness. Oh and my family drove 14 hours for me to go to the Center for Autonomic Disorders... who goes 14 hours to a doctor?<br />
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15. The hardest thing to accept about my new reality has been: <br />
I have had a hard time slowing down. My personality and chronic illness don’t go well together. In my head I want to organize, workout hard, volunteer, do projects go to the park and have lunch with friends. Making the choice of what the priority is for that day, and really not even one on some days, can get me down.<br />
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16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: <br />
Working out the way I have been able to recently seemed like it would never happen for me. In the beginning my first EP cardiologist didn’t want me doing more than 20 minutes of exercise a day and it was like old people sitting in the chair stuff. Made me feel like I was dying and I was gaining weight. After 4 more doctors and then finally visiting the Center for Autonomic Disorders I was told I can work out and work out well as long as I am reclining and supported, that has changed a lot for me. I am now doing anywhere from 6 to 12 miles on my stationary bike a day and have started Pilates.<br />
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17. The commercials about my illness:<br />
I have a whole documentary <a href="http://youtu.be/8UPMYNkm6Bc">http://youtu.be/8UPMYNkm6Bc</a> CHANGES: Living with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. POTS is just one of many was Dysautonomia can surface.<br />
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18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is: <br />
I still miss exercising the way I want to instead of the way my body will tolerate; I miss just walking the dog without wondering if I am risking an episode of non-sustained V Tach. Also going out certain places without fear; like to a concert (which I am planning to do soon) is scary. What if I pass out, what if I have a tachycardia episode it is a lot of worry.<br />
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19. It was really hard to have to give up: <br />
Being able to ‘do it all’ in a day. I remember getting the kids ready for school, getting dressed, volunteering, working out, hitting the store making meals and hanging out with friends. It’s a slower pace now and never enough time or energy to do everything I want. I also can’t drive for 6 months after losing consciousness, that’s a LOOOONNNGGG 6 months!<br />
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20. A new hobby I have taken up since my diagnosis is:<br />
I wouldn’t say I took them up because of my illness but I try and keep up with my Blog and I read read read! I love keeping track of my books at Goodreads.com and discussing books with friends.<br />
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21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would: <br />
Take the little kids to the park and play hard in the morning, have lunch and go shopping with Sierra all afternoon then meet up with my husband and friends for dinner, drinks and dancing!! (I really hope to have a good enough day for all of this soon)<br />
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22. My illness has taught me: <br />
If you feel something is not right with your body and you do not feel you are being heard or given medical information and support that fits how you feel keep looking. Don’t settle. I have also learned no matter how real your illness, no matter how obvious your symptoms someone, and maybe someone you love, will doubt you are really ill.<br />
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23. It bothers me when people say:<br />
It bothers me when people ask questions from a place of doubt instead of curiosity. ‘You can’t be that sick, you exercise so much’ or ‘you were fine last year (last month, last week)’or if I am having a bad day or week saying it’s because 'You worked out or went shopping etc.. and should have rested when you had a good day.' For some people I can never win.<br />
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24. But I love it when people:<br />
I love it when people ask questions from a place of concern for me or curiosity about Dysautonomia. I also love getting calls, texts and playing Words with Friends, it cheers me up, makes me feel social. (Big props to my WWF peeps) I love a call for coffee or lunch, I love getting out of the house and if I can I will!<br />
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25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: <br />
I did as much research as I could and I took ownership of this illness, because if you don't take care of your body, where are you going to live?<br />
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26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them:<br />
You will find a new normal<br />
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27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: <br />
That I am beginning to find a new normal.<br />
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28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was:<br />
I am blessed to have a few.<br />
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My best friend having a natural balance to not treat me any differently but cut me some slack.<br />
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An old friend taking some time to catch up and be able to be concerned but still make a joke or two that lightened the weight of it all a little.<br />
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My husband explaining to me what Dr. Thompson told us; that my fatigue is not the same as when a healthy person is tired and that my body has a need to rest. Then he did the dishes…again <br />
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29. I’m involved with Invisible Illness Week because:<br />
Dealing with this alone, for me, is not the option I thought it might have been in the beginning. I want people to know what is happening to me, why I might have to cancel plans and why I have so many limitations. I also want to let people know that Dysautonomia is very real and not many doctors are aware of what it is, or how to treat it. Awareness is crucial.<br />
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Now mind you I am road tripping so I am not looking for anything of the raise an eyebrow variety here, just a 3 pack of good ole fashion cover your ass underwear. So I look at sizes, see mine and grab em. Whoohoo I bought everything I needed, which yes included a chicken and underwear and I am very pleased with my awesomeness.<br />
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We get back to the room and I tear them open and all I can say is... well... nothing I was laughing to hard...<br />
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SERIOUSLY, I am not a big gal and this was the "correct" size. As I threw the packaging away I can only assume I have purchased something along the lines of 'ridiculously bloated size blah blah with extra giant torso". I know right, I didn't know they made those either.</div>
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The sides of these beauties are the same length as my almost 4 year old shoes! Okay a big part of the humor is the size so I just have to give it to you, these are a size 8 people!!</div>
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These photos crack me up because the pics represent them at the stage they are right now so well. Now I don't want to label them because as I know first hand having Sierra (almost 18) as soon as you think you have them down they'll throw you a curve ball. Sierra went from preppy cheerleader, to wearing all black emo to country (with some of the best boots ever!) and there were phases even in between those!<br />
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Back to my current analysis Lilly is a cheese ball and is more concerned with the possibility of being photographed than the activity (which is why she is often photographed), Parker is a ham, if it gets a laugh its going to be done again (and again) and Brayden, he wants to do everything and anything but hesitates because he has now learned that he can get hurt so he has gone from daredevil to umm...cautious.<br />
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A big thank you to Jenny Lawson, without you I would never have known the joy a metal chicken can bring into ones life. If you are not privy to the amazing story of Beyonce (the chicken not the singer) please catch up on whats going on in the world. http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/<br />
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So its been over a year that I have occasionally envied the joy that Beyonce has brought to my favorite blogger and her family. Her Blog was shared with me and I have passed on the laughs through Facebook to others. My husband never checks out the amazing things I am saying on Facebook so he has no idea about Beyonce. I have seen many MANY chickens during this time, some HUGE some tiny, but I knew it was not the right chicken for my family. When its right you just know it!<br />
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For a little back story; slightly stressful 14 hour drive to meet my dad and Linda for a long weekend 'vacation' with 3 of our 4 kids. This 'vacation' is a bit stressful as its actually a highly anticipated road trip to see an amazing specialist for me. With all of our vacation activities underway, and my doctors appointment done, the girls went for a mani pedi date and light shopping while the guys took the boys and did boy stuff.<br />
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Lilly's birthday is around the corner so we have heard alot of talk of the things to be included on the birthday list over the last few weeks, all being super girlie items as she is super girlie. Imagine my surprise, and no joke literal swell of emotion, when Lilly exclaimed "I want this for my birthday"<br />
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Could it be, here... away from home with a car over loaded with clothes, toys and snacks... could this be my metal chicken?? So we looked at several (yes they had several) and chose the chicken that spoke to us, not literally because that would be crazy.<br />
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I just want to take a minute and say this was a great day. So the guys are freaking out on the way home. My dad is telling Rob there is no way I got a chicken and Rob is telling him, umm yeah it could be likely. Linda and I are breaking out into laughter repeatedly as I rehash Beyonce's story and have to hold back from over Jenny Lawson sharing (can't help it she is just that amazing).<br />
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Introducing Rob and Debbie Boone!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><b> <span style="text-align: center;">So excited to see my best friend Christi, you'd think we'd run out of (slightly inappropriate but hysterically amusing) things to say to each other at some point but we just don't. This pic was taken after Sierra's (slightly overwhelming) tour of UCF. </span></b></span></div>
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So I have this great friend Tiffaney, we aren't supposed to be friends... see we met on the internet... because we both bought dogs from the same breeder... which according to my outside sources means either one of us could have been a crazed lunatic. Its a very good thing that was not the case. We love Tiffaney and her husband Steve and the doodles ahh the doodles. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-58917321885507199332012-04-19T10:23:00.000-04:002012-04-19T10:23:04.415-04:00Leg freak out: Dysautonomia SucksThe symptoms that are associated with dysautonomia seem to be never ending, so far mine include dizziness, tachycardia, poor motor coordination, brain fog, difficulty swallowing, fainting, fatigue and muscle spasms. This video isn't great quality. If I could go back to when it happened I would have lifted my leg off the ground so its clear that I am not in control of the muscles but it made my foot cramp and at the time it felt like I couldn't lift it off the ground.<br />
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I was giving the dog a bath when I felt my thigh tighten slowly and knew it was coming. I had my phone so I hit record. You can't really see it well until the end but it defiantly starts at the thigh and goes down from there. When it starts really going even things that weren't part of the spasm got really tight, like my jaw.<br />
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Whenever I exercised I couldn’t match other women’s stamina. I could work out at a moderate level for a moderate amount of time, but if I pushed myself I could feel my heart beating so hard it felt like it was slamming into my chest and it would hurt. I had worked so hard to be able to jog / walk a 5k then an episode of chest slamming heart beats and dizziness a mile or 2 away from my house scared me from even wanting to jog at all. I would also do well on a workout routine for a few weeks and then have a few days of being too weak to even consider working out, almost flu like exhaustion and then it seemed to take a week or two to recover from feeling that weakness. This pattern would repeat and I never could make a connection as to why.<br />
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Seemed pretty clear to me, I was obviously sleep deprived and unable to catch up and likely just plan ole lazy. I was clearly a super anxious person and possibly even having panic attacks. I was also not fit enough to exercise in the way other women my age could, overall an out of shape panicky wuss… not so great for the self-esteem.<br />
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Now this went on for a few years, in the beginning it was not as bad or as often. I had the panicky episode two different times in a Walmart when we were stationed at Fort Bragg around 2002 so we joked about how I could never go to that Walmart because it stressed me out so much. Around 2003 I was working out very regularly and my trainer thought I was incapable of taking my resting HR because I came in with numbers of 50 and 99, I was 50 lying down and I went to 99 after sitting up still in bed. She said 'no way' and told me to do it again and I came in with almost the same numbers. She didn’t say it but I know the look you give when you think someone an idiot.<br />
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At different doctor appointments over a span of years I would hear “you have an irregular heartbeat” or “your heart rate is pretty high”. When I inquired I was told a lot of people have irregular beats, and that often when you are sick or pregnant (which were the only doctor appointments I had) your heart rate is higher. So I stopped inquiring.<br />
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Once in 2006 I did explain my symptoms as best I could during a time when they were very prominent and was given Wellbutrin for anxiety. A second time in another state with another doctor when they were prominent I again explained my symptoms to the best of my ability and was told I was clearly having panic attacks and should see a Psychiatrists. For whatever reason I put it off and never made that appointment. Looking back I am sure it was pride and control issues. I like having control and just couldn’t admit that going to a store could cause me to panic.<br />
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All doctors in-between those occasions brushed off my symptoms after hearing I was a mom of (2, 3 or 4 whichever it was at the time) as well as an Army wife. We were always moving, or had just moved or my husband was getting ready to deploy, deployed or getting home from deployment. Most doctors as well as friends and family thought I had plenty of reasons to feel the way I felt. It took a long time to understand the anxiety and exhaustion were because of my heart rate not based on emotion.<br />
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Fast forward to the summer of 2011; while on vacation (and in the middle of a move) we were in Florida I have a chest cold and Sierra and I went across the bridge to a walk-in clinic. The nurse takes my vitals, guess what, I have a higher than average heart rate, I tell her “it always is higher when I am sick” because this is accurate to my knowledge, no biggie she nods and moves on. After a wait that I, of course, feel is longer than it should be the doctor comes in. Sierra and I are overwhelmed with his smoke smell and I am immediately ready to get meds and get out. He listens to my chest and breathing yadda yadda. Then he tells me I seem to have an irregular ventricle beat and should see a cardiologist ASAP. I am not feeling too concerned considering half my docs have commented on it and on a Military Installation you see a different doctor pretty much every visit and even the ones that commented never said anything past the acknowledgment. I had just been in the hospital for 8 days for kidney stones and no one even mentioned it. He can tell I am not too concerned and to be honest I am more concerned with breathing in the opposite direction of his cigarette breath. I even made a comment of “great I come in for chest congestion and walk out with a heart attack” what I can say I am a sarcastic gal. Sierra giggles and the doctor becomes very stern and says I need an ECG and for Sierra and I to get serious and asks Sierra if she needs to leave the room. I am actually getting angry at him for making this seem like an issue, getting rather rude with us and most of all smelling like an ashtray.<br />
ECG confirms a premature ventricle beat every 4 to 7 beats. He gives me a copy and says “I beg of you to see a cardiologist ASAP”. Okay so I am a little weirded out by the whole situation still unsure if I am angry about this crazy walk-in clinic stinky doc or worried that something could be wrong.<br />
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We continue our move to Missouri and I see my new primary Family Doctor and relay all of this. She takes a careful listen and is not too concerned but agrees to the EP Cardiologist referral. I see the EP Cardiologist; he seems mildly concerned (now that I have seen him many times I don’t think his personality allows for emotion beyond mildly concerned). I wear a heart monitor for 24 hours, do some labs, stress test and tilt table test. Monitor showed premature irregular ventricle beats happening more often than expected as well as fluctuated heart rate even during sleep from 50 to 150 every hour, lab work was all normal, I was only able to do 3 minutes on the stress test before my heart rate almost doubled and I had chest pain and I did pass the tilt table by means of not passing out but my heart rate was all over the place.<br />
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I am diagnosed with premature ventricular contractions (PVCs) and inappropriate sinus tachycardia (IST) and put on Beta Blockers and see the Cardiologist every 4 weeks for 10 months. We then do another heart monitor because I am still having symptoms and listening to my heart the PVCs are every 4th beat while in the office sitting down. We discuss a few new symptoms, hands, fingers and leg twitching at times, left leg feels like its asleep and turns red after standing or sitting a long time. A few in office tests of sitting and standing while being monitored and we revisit Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS) and add that in with PVC and IST as a diagnosis. Originally I had tested POTS free in his opinion having not passed out during the tilt table test, however it seems my inappropriate sinus tachycardia (IST) had interfered with what would normally be clear markers for Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS).<br />
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So as of now I am on Beta Blockers slowly increasing the dosage every 4 to 8 weeks in the hopes that will regulate my heart rhythm and slow my heart rate. POTS can be tricky to treat, the beta blockers could help but they could cause hypotension (low blood pressure) which having POTS would likely make me pass out. So it’s a slow progression to find if we can find a sweet spot where beta blockers regulate my rate and rhythm but don’t lower my blood pressure. I also am mostly caffeine free (occasional 1 cup half caf is just unavoidable as well as a piece of chocolate). I know immediate stress increases any heart rate quickly, for me it’s a huge increase so I avoid people and places that stress me out. I also watch my sugar as I am pretty sure it has an effect. I drink a CRAZY amount of water and actually have, per docs orders, increased my salt intake.<br />
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What this means for me now and in the near future; none of my issues are life threatening, just quality of life impairments, this is good news! In the future I may consider a service (response) dog if my symptoms become worse. It makes it very hard for me to be independent and just go do things I’d like to do because I am always worried my heart rate will shoot up right when I have to talk to someone (order food, answer a question, search for my wallet to pay) because sometimes I can ‘push through it’ and no one notices other times I look like I am having panic attack or about to pass out when it happens. It’s embarrassing, but I do make plans and get out fairly often and like to go with or meet up with people who at least have a basic understanding just for my own comfort. <br />
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At this time I have not and my doctor feels like I am not at risk of passing out and am driving. I do work out; and as of right now it’s every day. I have found a recumbent bike at home is for me. Sitting down seems to help me from becoming lightheaded and I may not be pedaling spin class style but it is something.<br />
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My husband and 2 older kids can recognize the symptoms and now understand what is happening which takes away a large amount of the anxiety that comes with the episodes. Unfortunately our oldest was also diagnosed with something very similar, neurocardiogenic syncope. She has had some similar symptoms and others very different. She saw a Pediatric Cardiologist while I saw an EP Cardiologist she is on a medication to raise her blood pressure. I would like to encourage her to write her experience from her perspective and if she is willing to share it will be updated on the blog.<br />
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So we will all move forward, be proactive with our health and take it as it comes. A diagnosis can be both a comfort and a burden but we are trying to see it as a starting place to make improvements and create a new version of normal.<br />
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If you’d like to read more about these conditions here are some links<br />
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http://www.dinet.org/index.htm <br />
http://heartdisease.about.com/cs/arrhythmias/a/IST.htm<br />
http://heartdisease.about.com/cs/arrhythmias/a/PVC.htm<br />
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</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-61315897981678051792012-03-29T20:49:00.000-04:002012-03-29T20:49:16.732-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The mid west has given me a greater respect for all things Spring. Growing up in the south the seasons don't have nearly as much change to them. We were so happy to see a day of 75 and sunny! Parker wasn't around on this weekend, he went to the lake with friends and had a great time finishing and hanging out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have been spending so much time together that Maggie the Goldendoodle has taken up reading</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtHhddloCN8/T3T-SWbedNI/AAAAAAAAEb4/eu1-745Cxvo/s1600/101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtHhddloCN8/T3T-SWbedNI/AAAAAAAAEb4/eu1-745Cxvo/s400/101.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Parker a tad excited!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lilly was amazed at the magic of a snow ball!</td></tr>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-51001095543519861362012-01-08T20:41:00.001-05:002012-01-08T20:51:58.365-05:00Craft DaySo its cold and cloudy and my kids (and I) are kind of over it. They didn't want to go outside so I offered up a craft day. This was greeted with hoops and hollers because I am not the 'most likely to craft' mom. Parker, Brayden and Lilly started listing all the random things they wanted to make. The list included (but was in no means limited to) a lasso, a snowman that was able to move, flowers and melting things (at which point I offered up crayons and tried to ignore terrible visions of boys lighting things on fire.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some just couldn't wait for the melted crayons to dry, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a dipped spoon made her day, or more like 30 minutes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_V-tAqR0Hs/TwpDD51mGQI/AAAAAAAAEXE/KOiRgZP3__o/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_V-tAqR0Hs/TwpDD51mGQI/AAAAAAAAEXE/KOiRgZP3__o/s400/035.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am strongly considering signing this one up for the rodeo</div><div style="text-align: center;">this is lasso number 2, a more manageable option (that wasn't quite as noose like) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_p-Ddh9JIs/TwpDF1IJhnI/AAAAAAAAEXM/1JeHFft5oz8/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_p-Ddh9JIs/TwpDF1IJhnI/AAAAAAAAEXM/1JeHFft5oz8/s640/047.JPG" width="425" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Lilly's stay still and smile face...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aD67vmb9ci0/TwpDOjGsBJI/AAAAAAAAEXk/y1BBhPpyB8M/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aD67vmb9ci0/TwpDOjGsBJI/AAAAAAAAEXk/y1BBhPpyB8M/s400/053.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJWRcGoULM0/TwpDa1ktCQI/AAAAAAAAEX4/j4a54oZzaL4/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJWRcGoULM0/TwpDa1ktCQI/AAAAAAAAEX4/j4a54oZzaL4/s640/060.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16968717289165503003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572689257883142685.post-38258823057781843962012-01-08T18:02:00.000-05:002012-01-08T18:02:58.513-05:00Twas the Night Before Christmas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The kids were so surprised to get new PJs... okay Brayden and Lilly were</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The boys</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dPOWvectYM/TwoLyLpoqRI/AAAAAAAAES0/J2G2HxpLg5E/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dPOWvectYM/TwoLyLpoqRI/AAAAAAAAES0/J2G2HxpLg5E/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The girls... and yes we sit boys vs girls alot apparently</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJnpWeaU2ww/TwoL0Xw_leI/AAAAAAAAES8/B1fAvfgdD2A/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJnpWeaU2ww/TwoL0Xw_leI/AAAAAAAAES8/B1fAvfgdD2A/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sierra sporting her awesome new footed PJs while Maggie relaxes with her</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c-OJNQ_xkw/TwoMDCUZJcI/AAAAAAAAETU/2GAm9QQcD6Y/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c-OJNQ_xkw/TwoMDCUZJcI/AAAAAAAAETU/2GAm9QQcD6Y/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whoohoo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1oPVfsAbzU/TwoMG2203jI/AAAAAAAAETg/FFTX--Dfi_8/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="420" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1oPVfsAbzU/TwoMG2203jI/AAAAAAAAETg/FFTX--Dfi_8/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Santa was a happy costumer, we made everything coated in chocolate this year... and its all gone</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecoAHKIHha0/TwoMPUg2jEI/AAAAAAAAETo/8nCKYWulmwI/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecoAHKIHha0/TwoMPUg2jEI/AAAAAAAAETo/8nCKYWulmwI/s400/022.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas morning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--y8LfYm3IW4/TwoMRpNdBBI/AAAAAAAAETw/39rINERcnu8/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--y8LfYm3IW4/TwoMRpNdBBI/AAAAAAAAETw/39rINERcnu8/s400/023.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> even Maggie was surprised at all the loot</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59HFy0iTeWg/TwoMb-8UXMI/AAAAAAAAET4/nh31ZVshTIs/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59HFy0iTeWg/TwoMb-8UXMI/AAAAAAAAET4/nh31ZVshTIs/s400/025.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> the girls were not as awake as the boys</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiOGRtm4zeM/TwoMgi_fjHI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Ucp5fH3wTVk/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiOGRtm4zeM/TwoMgi_fjHI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Ucp5fH3wTVk/s400/026.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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