When you can't tell if it's a side-effect, or a dysautonomia crash and it scares the shit out of you.

As you can tell, it's been a blast and I've had the time of my life.

With the Zofran I only ended up with all the side effects, and no relief.
It messed up my skin and turned me into a bleeder, everything seemed so fragile.
Jerome 2.0 had finally healed and the burn on my butt was coming along. I started the Zofran, and my skin was not happy. I ended up with friction rashes from my clothes, heat rash, peeling skin on my hands, scrapes in my mouth and on my tongue from food that was "sharp", and Jerome opened up again. My skin also didn't want to tolerate IV's for more than a day at a time. There was other stuff going as well, but I don't want to get into it. Now, my skin is healing from all of it. When I was at Chateau Sinai in January, on the 2nd day my skin from the entire bottom of both feet peeled off in the shower, gross I know. It seems as though my skin hates GI meds.

Anyway, my quality of life sucked, and with symptoms being gross in a normal person; with ESD everything is so much worse on top of what we already have to deal with. For example the rate of healing is 6x's slower, and the rate of infection is 6x's higher. No to mention an incredibly low success rate with pharmaceuticals, and just about everything else. So on day 4, I decided to scrap the Zophran plan. We do have a couple other drugs that can be tried, but their side effects are more brutal. I've already tried the top 3 without success, and pretty much everything in between. This is the girl who's been taking stuff for reflux since age 11, slowly knocking them off of the list because they stop working.

For now I'm still feeling the same, and trying not to get discouraged...but am getting a little bit of respite here and there. The rest of my body is okay, my joints aren't happy but it's hurting Jerome to put them all back and I really want it to heal. I guess you should also know that my body is tolerating alcohol much better than food and fluids. I have NO idea why. I said "eff it" and went to a bendy party where vodka was my friend. I figured since I wasn't feeling any better, I might as well make it worth it so J had a few drinks. To think of it, I've never refluxed on it. Hmmmmm.

Then I tried the Scopolamine patch . It was a complete disaster, I only had the side-effects and no relief. Surprise!!!! It ended up being really scary because I thought I was having a bad dysautonomia crash, and was very close to calling an ambulance. I've never had to do that, and have never felt that shitty before.

Drowsiness, confusion and disorientation hit me pretty hard. I felt like I was in a constant state of coming out of sleep paralysis and really had to fight to stay conscious and oriented. I have sleep paralysis all the time, but I couldn't come out of it no matter what I did. I was also really shaky and weak.

Dry mouth was horrible, no matter what I drank, how much fluids I put through J, or how many tic-tacs, lollipops I consumed, I had insane pasties. It also made my secretions really thick and I was constantly choking on it. It wasn't just dry mouth, it went all the way down my throat and esophagus. I thought I had food stuck in there and nothing made it go away.

Blurred vision and dilated pupils were interesting. I woke up, and couldn't see in front of me. Everything was so blurry, I was seeing double and my depth perception sucked. I was really light sensitive and had a hard time looking at anything. The dark was my best friend. I had the brilliant idea to decorate my new neck brace with Sharpie markers, it looks horrible hahaha.

I was retaining fluids like it was nobody's business. I think I finally had to pee after 2L of fluids concoction...yeah a bladder isn't suppose to hold that much but I'm stretchable...

The spins and blood-pressure drops were insane. I had a really hard time going from laying to sitting, or sitting to standing. As soon as I did any of that my BP would drop, I'd black-out, sometimes fall, and was really dizzy. Then the tachycardia would start and I'd get really bad pain in my brain as my body was trying to get the blood back. Then I ended up with a killer migraine. I crawled everywhere I went, because getting up was so difficult.

All of those were side effects, but they present exactly like a dysautonomia crash and some of them like a neuro issue. Since EDSers are prone to blood-vessel rupture and all kinds of crazy neuro things, I didn't know what to think and was scared shit-less. When you've seen your bendy/dysautonomia friends go into complete autonomic failure ending up on life-support, or dying from ruptures, it doesn't take much to shake you up. I had 3 days of that fun stuff, and I never want to do it again. It's a good thing I woke up today feeling better, otherwise I would have gone to the ER.

As for the GI stuff, it's still all the same. Constant reflux, upset stomach and if I'm lucky I can get food to stay down. So it's looking like it's back to the drawing board, however I think taking a break from the pharmaceuticals would be a good idea right now. We've pretty much tried everything, and I'm tired of feeling extra-gross, it doesn't do anything for my quality of life. How strange is it that I actually get excited for surgery, that fundo can't come soon enough! First we have to find someone to do it, haha.

"Jerome just probably needs some more vodka."
(Bendy friend Tiffany)

No room at the Mt.Sinai inn. What a joke. Still feeling ass-tastic.

Photo by: Angela Perry

All of those Dysautonomia and Jerome issues I was having didn't really resolve and instead just ended up getting worse. I'm still feeling really gross and vomiting when I put anything through J, especially first thing in the day and have reflux up to my ears, literally. The adrenaline rushes that were lasting until 5am every day were followed by almost constant tachycardia and low BP. I exhausted all of my options at home but was still trying to ride it out. For the life of me, I can't figure out how the hell I manage to vomit the exact same thing that I put directly into my small intestine? It doesn't make sense (not that EDS or dysautonomia do) and should physiologically not be able to happen at all.

I was at Awesome GP's today for him to fill out some paper-work for school, and to see what he thought of the J situation. He had been reading my blog, and asked around seeing what his colleagues thought of the whole thing. He thought pretty much the same, in that the Fundo is do-able but finding someone to actually do it would be next to impossible, and that considering EDS and all the other fun I have, it wouldn't be a good idea. But in theory it would work, thanks EDS.

I had been feeling gross with dysautonomia and we were talking about that too. He asked what I thought about it all.Last night, the thought did cross my mind, to get admitted to the hospital in order to get all the Jerome and dysautonomia stuff sorted out. I shouldn't forget to say that I had been calling the GI specialists' and have not got a response yet. Today instinct told me it was a good idea to get admitted and Awesome GP agreed, he was also lost for answers and wanted me to fight hard if necessary to get in. It would have been insane if they didn't take me.

He was nice enough to draft up a letter that consisted of something like this: "This letter is to certify that (blankity-blank-blank) has been unable to keep down fluids for almost 2 weeks. She is Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. She has recently had a J-Tube inserted but has been unable to put fluids through without emesis. In clinic today she presents with hypotension, tachycardia, and as such I think she warrants admission to reesestablish fluid status but to also further investigate her J-Tube digestion issues."

So I went home, to pack for a few days at hotel Mt.Sinai. On yeah, on the way home I realized that one of my AFO's broke. Awesome. When I got J put in, the hospital was not at all equipped to handle me, and everything that helps me is here. I was scared shitless at the idea of another stay there, as last time was horrible. I still have to finish writing about that big mess.

I got to the ER with my bags, the letter, my past-reports and some EDS/dysautonomia reading. I had the most fantastic triage nurse who was also awesome enough to joke around with me about EDS. I'm glad other people can see the humor and make light of it. I was still tachycardic and had low BP. She went to put an IV in, but had a hard time finding a vein that wasn't on a joint or in my hands that could be used. The dehydration didn't really help things either. She asked one of the other nurses for help, who ended up knowing me. And that IV got put in no problem! I still laugh at the fact that a most of them know me now...

When I got a bed, they were really quick. I saw the doctor right away. He kind of listened and ordered x-rays to see if Jerome was blocked, and I got some anti-nauseants. The x-rays came back negative and I was sent home. I still felt like ass and nothing got solved. Since he didn't know what the problem was and it wasn't am emergency, I couldn't stay. Awesome eh?

I did find the idea of hanging out in the ER for a really long time difficult. The usual time isn't a huge problem but this would have been longer if I were to have been admitted. There was a guy who was loosing his mind because he wanted Oxycontin, and a poor old lady who was really upset, but didn't have any functional communication. I wanted to sit with her, and hold her hand, but wasn't allowed. I'm sure screaming guy didn't help her feel any more safe...geese.

I mentioned again that I have dysphagia and choke on EVERYTHING, need lots and lots of fluids to keep the dysautonomia at bay, and that the J-tube problem was still there. I put most things through the tube!! What was I suppose to do? This is the answer I got... "Take little sips of water to keep you hydrated, and see your GI specialist." Holy negligence Batman!! Did he forget that I have dysphagia and that I've had aspiration pneumoina? So this drinking sips business, how is that more safe than getting fluids through an IV, for both dysautonomia and dysphagia?

My blood-work came back normal, which is no surprise at all considering I have dysautonomia. I told the doctor that almost all tests come back negative, but that doesn't mean that something isn't happening, it's dysautonomia. He wasn't buying it. Oh, I also got a prescription for some more anti-nauseants. Yeah, because that was going to fix everything...holy band-aid solution Robin!

I left very livid, but too tired to fight. These last three weeks have been nothing but fighting with Jerome, dysautonomia, and what EDS has taken away. I'm exhausted in every.possible.way. Yesterday, I officially took a break from being "tough stuff" which is one of my nick-names. I am so tired, need to just "be" and maybe break some plates for fun. Finger-painting, and breaking shit is the best therapy ever!

So, I'm currently sitting in bed finishing off this post, still feeling like complete ass. I managed to eat and drink for the first time in 24hrs, and yes I did choke a bunch of times. Yes, I still feel barfy and yes, I'm going to still try to feed Jerome. I don't really have any other choices except the hospital,but there's no room at the inn for this girl. At least not tonight. Really, do I have to crash hard enough to come in by ambulance to get this stuff sorted with out negligence? So, this weekend will be spent in bed. Wonderful. I'll be back there soon enough, it's not like it will magically get better on it's own, although that would be pretty incredible.

" I would like to point out that Stan Lee's new TV show would classify us with Ehlers Danlos as Superhuman. We would be Mr.Fantastic, I checked it out."
(A bendy friend)

Plan "D" to stay out of the ER and other babble

We all know how EDS works, with the only constant being change.
Today, I took it upon myself to change it up on EDS, which will hopefully keep me out of the ER for longer periods of time.

My Facebook status consisted of this:
3 syringes 60cc $8.25
2 rolls of paper-tape $4.50
2 rolls of Coban wrap $9.90
1 Kangaroo pump set $16.95
5 Tegaderm patches $33.95
Staying out of the ER and kicking EDS's ass: Priceless.

I have to say that the Kangaroo via gravity for fluids is amazing. Part of the problem before, was that if my hands were being horrible, using syringes to pump enough into Jerome wasn't ideal. The Kangaroo does it all for me. I made my own mix of electrolyte minerals, sea salt and just tap water. I threw it in the Kangaroo and let gravity do the work. I got in 1L of my concoction in 15 minutes through Jerome. I had to pee like it was nobody's business after, but that happens when I make an ER trip anyway. I can hang the bag from pretty much anywhere and the tubing is long enough that I can walk around my room or lay in bed. This means, I'll be able to bring it with me when I go camping and hang it from a tree. The possibilities are endless.


Since Jerome is taking his sweet time healing, I still have a stoma. I got the Tegaderm patches because they're water-proof and will protect J from all the mingin' bacteria when I go hot-tubbing. I will gladly take epic-tape rash if I means the amazing pain relief I get from floating in hot water, there's nothing like it. The Coban wrap was surprisingly cheap but the largest they had was 3.5", so we'll see how it works. I'm planning on using it after the Tegaderm and giving my skin a chance to heal. I'm not holding my breath, but who knows it could be fantastic.
For those of you who are curious what Jerome eats, it consists of two things. I use a vegan whole food formula (meal enhancer drink). One serving contains all of the recommended daily vitamins and then some; with the Omega's, protein and everything good. It's called Vega, and I love it. It also does not contain a lot of the common allergens, sugars or chemical grossness that are found in other g-tube friendly formulas. http://myvega.com/products/whole-food-health-optimizer/features-benefits
The other stuff Jerome eats is a greens mix. That's what I started out with before I got J, to ensure I got all my vitamins and some carbs in when eating wasn't an option. I will say that the berry flavour used to enhance it, probably makes it taste more disgusting. Even the smell of it makes me gag, but that could be attributed to being sick while I was trying to choke it down and stay out of the hospital. Either way, it's vitamins and it comes in a big container like the Vega, or individual packages (which I use) so I can have access to "food" anytime, anywhere. The only down-fall, is that it doesn't do much for reducing my carbon foot print.


A lot of people have been telling me I'm looking better, and have my colour back. I guess I'm doing something right. I still get a good laugh when people find out that I've got Jerome and I'm sick with two things that don't have a treatment or cure. Then, I get the classic line we have all heard a million times,"But you don't look sick". That's when I throw in a "Surprise!" because there's nothing else one can really say.

As I was digging myself out of my latest epic funk ,and just started being interested in life again EDS had other plans for more than one of us. Last week one of our bendy friends Maria died. Thanks EDS. I never thought in a million years, that I'd be part of a club that included having to say goodbye to some really amazing, beautiful, people living as best they could; despite this monster. Every time a bendy friend looses their life to this crap, it's a slap in the face and a reminder that we need to value every moment we have. Even if diagnostically, we're not meant to leave this earth early.



Pretty awesome toque eh? Yes, I just said the words toque and eh in the same sentence,stereotypically Canadian. My bendy friend Christie gave it to me when I got Jerome put in. We put it on my IV pole, my fluids and meds looked pretty bad-ass!

So to all my bendy friends: Fight like hell, and then fight some more. Not that we really have a choice, but we can choose to make it work for us. See something for what it could be, try your damndest to make it happen, and turn it into something that is.

Waving the white flag

Today, my facebook status consisted of "Dear: EDS, fuck you. that is all".
It was followed by a whole bunch of "likes" and similar comments from fellow bendy friends.

I've been really trying to focus on the positives, with a whole bunch of transitions happening at once. Some days are better than others, but it's been hard. There have been many moments this week where I have wanted to wave my white flag and just give up. I only have so much fight in me.

The biggest trigger for my current low is probably the ER visit earlier this week. Holy letdown Batman! Dysautonomia got the best of me, despite my efforts to stay away from the hospital. It was the usual over-response crap, minus the barfing (thank you Jerome). Although I was refluxing on water, it was gross. I had been pushing liquids, salt-water and supplements through J, and drinking lots of water, but to no avail. I had been really dizzy, with brain fog and completely exhausted when I had my follow-up with Awesome GP. He told me to get fluids if it got worse and it did, so I spent the afternoon in the ER again.

I'm not sure wether to laugh or cry over the fact that there are people on the ER team who know that I'm the girl with EDS, know my name, and know that I know my stuff, and let me call the shots. Ya know? It's come to a point where it's almost patient directed care. There's a bit of routine...I go into triage telling them I need fluids and Gravol, they do the standard evaluation, I hand them my past ER reports, info on EDS and dysautonomia and we get started. I can tell them where my good veins are, not to waste time doing any tests, and that I'll be fine after 1-2L of fluids and 50mg of Gravol. I change into my pj's, they put the line in and push the Gravol through. I lay down, throw on the mp3's, and take a nap. A couple hours later I'm feeling better, and am ready to get the hell out of there. I'm sent off with the usual "you know when you need to come back" and "good luck" every.single.time.

I'm usually asked a million questions, which I don't mind. They're wanting to learn, cool! This time, it upset me a bit. I think it's because I'm actually listening to what I say and it's not fun to hear when your conversation goes like this:
- So is there are there any treatments or anything they can do for the EDS?
- Nope, it's treated as things come up, although a stem-cell transplant would be nice.
- Oh.
- What about the dysautonomia?
- Yeah, nothing for that either, you can kind of treat the symptoms as they come up.
- Wow, that sucks. Good luck.

The positive, optimistic, idealist in me says "It's not all that bad, I could be needing to live on a ventilator, and not be able to move or talk" but there's been a huge part of me saying "Yep, it really sucks". I've exhausted pretty much every possible resource, and can't be anymore pro-active. When I ask about other options, and the answer is "I don't think there's anything else we can do". It's like being kicked while you're down.

One of the biggest reasons for me getting Jerome (gj-tube) was to avoid the ER. Yeah, that plan failed. Just like every other plan. I think I've got one last trick up my sleeve, but who am I kidding, it's EDS. You can plan all you want, come up with 6 different back-up plans and it will still find a way to win. With each failed attempt at trying to re-gain some control over your life, and this stupid disease, it doesn't leave much room for hope that things will eventually get better. That means that the constant appointments and visits to the hospital will continue. Perfect.

I know I am sick. I know that it's not ever going away, and I know that it will probably get harder. What I don't know is, what I'm going to do next, how the hell I'm going to manage, and what EDS will take from me next. I have very few things left and don't think I can deal with loosing anything else. Really, I'm a month away from being unemployed. Physically, I can't do my job anymore. I can't get a desk job, or anything that requires me to be upright for long periods of time. So for now, my options are going back to school and see what happens or, go on disability. I'm not ready for it, but I feel like that might be my only option soon. My worst nightmare is essentially coming true. I'm having to give up everything I've worked so hard for, including my independence, which is one of the most important things for me. I'd have to move back to my parents house in suburban hell with no job, no friends there, nothing to do and nothing to contribute. I will be relying on other people, yeah... not my thing. I've spent the last 10 years teaching people skills to be independent as possible, I try my damndest to practice what I preach and now I'm needing help with everything. Barf.

It drives me absolutely crazy when people ask me what's new, and I can't come up with anything but my most recent medical drama that has consumed my life, and what I can't do anymore. Then I get the usual "take care of yourself and stay out of the hospital" for a farewell. I'd love to stay out of the hospital. As one of my bendy friends said today "I'm sorry my life is nothing more than a giant freaking broken record. I can't help it and trust me, I'd change it in a second." She summed it up perfectly.

I don't know if it's because I've always had a game plan, but everyone asks what I'm going to do next. To be perfectly honest, I don't know what to do anymore. I'm tired of fighting all the time and constantly loosing. I'm just sick of this shit, all of it. I'm not going to ask "why" and try to come up with some philosophical reason for it. I'm also not going to pretend that everything is sunshine and lollipops. I might slap a smile on my face and pretend that living with this shit isn't a big deal, but it is. It's a big, complicated, painful mess that nobody can figure out,and there's a lot of us stuck in the same exact mess with the same crappy options. How uplifting.

So for now, I will continue doing what I can, eat ice cream, and play my didgieridoo. Maybe I'll somehow have an epiphany that will find me a way out of this mess.

My apologies for the negativity, but it was honest. Pretending all is well would be a big giant lie.

"Truth is like the sun. It may go in for a while, but it ain't goin' away"
(Elvis)

EDS + unnecessary night at the hospital ='s hell.

Well, I have to say this has probably been one of the longest nights of my life. Yesterday, I was suppose to be admitted around 12:00 to hang out until this afternoon until my surgery. Why? Who knows, I'm still trying to figure that one out. My friend and I got to the hospital on time and were told that there wasn't a bed ready yet. They told us it would be a couple hours, luckily my friend lives down the street so we ended up going to hers. Two more hours passed and they still didn't have a bed. We said screw it, and decided to go out and enjoy the beautiful warm sunny weather and ended up hanging out in Chinatown while we waited. I'd take that any day over sitting for hours in a waiting room. We both ended up with fun accessories before there was a bed ready. I got admitted and everything in place.They did some blood work and got a line started, then the resident came to check things out and find out more about me. She was fabulous, much better than the GI specialist who isn't too keen on listening to me and asking my opinion of things. I was able to eat the food I brought and just made myself comfortable for the night.

That's when it all went down hill. I wasn't allowed to take my supplements because they don't know enough about them to know if there will be drug interactions or anything else. Wonderful. That left me screwed. The stuff I take helps with pain, insomnia, anxiety, muscle cramps and just about everything else. Hospital pillows suck. They're thin, covered in plastic and filled with air. Not what someone with EDS needs. There were a million nurses in and out of the room (which is no problem, they're doing their job) but when sleep helps with pain control and you're not getting it, life isn't fun. Luckily, my night nurse kicked ass and managed to get me some Advil, ice packs, more pillows, fluids and did whatever she could to make things more comfortable. She also took the time to understand EDS in all of it's glory.

I ended up having a meltdown at one point. I was so tired, sore and frustrated that I was stuck in a place that was suppose to be taking care of me, but it was the complete opposite. If I were home, I would have been comfortable, in far less pain and probably would have slept pretty well. I'm essentially running on a nap, so the anesthesia is lookin' pretty good right now.

The tube is suppose to go in this afternoon. I'm not on any food or liquid restrictions, WTF? I haven't had anything to eat or drink since midnight last night and plan to keep it that way. I think someone forgot to write a few things down. How is it that I'm restricted for a gastroscophy but not a gj-tube placement?

The need to self-advocate never ends, but I'm okay with it if it means better care.

I ended up back in the ER the other day for dysautonomia, I managed to make it a month between visits so kind of proud...much better than the 3 times in 2 weeks last month. After the first time, I e-mailed the patient relations department with a link to my blog about how awesome the ER team was. Last week they let me know they sent the link to the ER department, which was pretty cool. The doctor who treated me this time, recognized me from my blog. Yep, he read it and I got to tell him what I needed, not the other way around...Epic Win!

"So you have Elhers....I don't know how to say it Syndrome and Dys-what?"
(Pretty much everyone who's taking care of me here)

ER visit # 3 in 2 weeks, Holy annoying Batman!

Guess what I spent the afternoon doing?
Guess what they gave me?

I think today was a result of having a subluxed neck (slowly recovering) and dysautonomia issues at the same time, both are hard to bounce back from on their own, combined appears to be a recipe for disaster.

I thought after Friday's fiasco, that I was all sorted with some new natural liquid add-in electrolytes, and spending the entire weekend in bed. Nope.
I did improve and felt like I was on my way to feeling human again, but when I woke up this morning after sleeping 10hrs, I felt like death.

Yesterday I was able to hold down a meal's worth of food and about 2.5L of liquids.
This morning, not even the electrolytes would stay down, my heart was a little nutso any time I changed positions, dizzy, sweaty, on and on...dysautonomia.

Got 1L of fluids and 50mg of Gravol(IV)
Blood work came back normal (surprise!!!, they never believe me that it's dysautonomia and not some crazy bacteria)

Was a pretty successful trip, didn't have to fight with stupid dr's, didn't need to chew up any gross meds, scored a bed right away and.....I got to take out my own IV, it made my week :)

I got the usual "Well since you know more about this than I do, you know when you need to come back for fluids..." and was discharged.

Funny enough this morning, the GI specialist called to say that they've bumped up the gj-tube surgery (no date yet)...I'll be calling them again to see if they can move it up sooner. Just think...I can push fluids through my own tube and avoid the ER all together.

Dysautonomia has slammed the EDS community this past month. Almost everyone I know, in person and online has been in the hospital or ER because of it. I was on facebook chat this morn. with one of my very close bendy friends who's stuck in the cardiac ward of John Hopkins with POTS. They can't figure out what to do with her :( If it weren't for social networking, and us being pro-active we'd probably all be dead by now. Thank you Facebook

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmyUkm2qlhA

For all by bendy friends who's asses are being kicked with POTS and whatever else, Just keep swimming and fight like hell.

2 ER visits and 1 subluxed neck in 10 days, I'm on a roll!

EDS has been kicking my ass, so in the spirit of feeling like a million dollars:
This will be another edition of copy+paste e-mail that was sent to my awesome natural doctors.

As a heads up, this e-mail isn't filled with sunshine and lollipops...instead sarcasm, which is sometimes even better.

So in the last 10 days I've managed to sublux my neck and end up in the ER twice. I'm on a roll.

Yes, you read it right...I went to the ER again on Friday aft.
Despite trying pretty much everything, the killer migraine from my subluxed neck had gotten a lot worse by day 4 and I was pretty much incapacitated.
I was attempting to get ready to go into work for 3hrs, and didn't make it that far. The dysautonomia started acting up like last time, except my HR would go crazy any time I changed positions. It took me 4 hours to grab a shower and get dressed...I kept having to lay down and take breaks. It was like having the worst hangover of my life x's 10.

Before I decided to go, I talked to a few EDS friends to make sure I wasn't being a hypochondriac about it and was glad to know that I was pretty sane. Only one bendy friend said she wouldn't go, but then when I re-phrased the question, and asked her if she'd go if she were living in Canada where she wouldn't have to pay $15,000...she told me to go. Thank you Canadian health-care.

I went in with my last ER report and some of the dysautonomia info from the EDNF conference...They got me started on fluids right away, and some other IV drugs that were suppose to help with pain and messed up stomach. I asked for the IV to be put in my hand so I could move the rest of my body to avoid dislocations, and the nurse put it in my wrist. Hahaha my wrist started dislocating after 15 min, and I couldn't put it back in because of the line. Awesome. They were also out of beds, and didn't really understand no matter how I explained it, that sitting is the worst thing I could do for myself, and it would affect my entire body. They thought since my neck was supported with my brace that I was fine...So I spent almost the entire 6hrs in a chair and being moved from place to place. I wasn't allowed to lay on the floor either :( The pain meds didn't really do anything, and all that sitting made it worse. My super-powers were getting low and it got to a point where I ended up crying because everything hurt so much. This girl doesn't cry over pain, and hasn't since age 6.

My ECG came back normal, but I think it's because they had me laying down for about 15min before they did it. Right after I got up, my heart went crazy again and anytime I changed positions after that. I let them know but who was I kidding, I was just a patient.

The dr. was a bit of an ass. I'll give him 50 points for knowing the basics of EDS, but other than that he was useless and wouldn't listen to me. He didn't know anything about autonomic disorders esp. with EDS, and wouldn't let me explain, or read any of the info I brought because he had a god complex. He then tried to refer me to a rhumeatologist after I told him they would be useless to me and that I've gone the natural medicine route.He thought I needed x-rays of my neck, after I told him they'd come back normal, just like the millions of other x-rays, and scans I've had. Guess what? They came back normal, surprise!!! He said there wasn't really anything he could do, didn't know what to do, and sent me on my way when the fluids were finished. He did say that the gj-tube was a good idea and would help a lot.

So.......I ended up leaving in worse shape than when I went in....awesome.
As far as meds, I know they gave me Gravol (IV) and Advil (in a yummy pill that needed to be chewed and swallowed).
I have no idea what the other two IV meds were, I can't read the dr's writing on the report. They were kind of useless anyway.

2 days later, and I still don't want anything to do with food, I'm not hungry at all, but am forcing myself to eat. Never, thought I'd say that...
My neck is still crunchy, feels unstable and I'm on day 6 of migraines (which is finally starting to feel a bit better).
That awesome new sleep pattern that we just got started has been thrown out the window. I've been wide awake at 4am for the last two nights. Gotta get back on it...

The one benefit of that epic failure of an ER visit, is that I'm going to use it as ammo. to get the gj-tube surgery moved up asap. At least when it's done, getting fluids, electrolytes and food in me shouldn't be a problem, and the ER visits will hopefully be non-existent.

I'm not sure if it's the weather change, but EDS and dysautonomia has been horrible to a lot of my bendy friends lately. There needs to be a way to do body transplants...one day...

That was written on yesterday afternoon. As of now, I still have the migraine/crunchy/unstable neck and am still "POTSy". Who need to run the track, when you can just stand up and get your heart pumping like mad that way. Running is over-rated.

"To be kind, honest and have positive thoughts; to forgive those who harm us and to treat everyone as a friend; to help those who are suffering and to never consider ourselves superior to anyone else; even if the advise seems rather simplistic, make the effort of seeing wether by following this you can find greater happiness."
(Dali Lama)