Family Planning (NSFW-ish)

Okay folks, there will be some basic biology talk in this post so if you don’t want to read about any of that, I’ll see you next blog ūüôā

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Ah yes, birth control. That thing you wanted until you turned 30, then immediately wanted to burn so you could start a family with the guy of your dreams…just kidding, this isn’t a sitcom. I was put on the pill at 16 because I had periods that were brutal. It turned out that I had really bad ovarian cysts. I was on the pill from 2002 until 2014. I wasn’t on anything for a little over a year. Then, after a year and a half (or so), I got an IUD. There is my birth control journey in a nutshell. There were different types of pills involved, but because of my cyst issues (and what turned out to be endometriosis) I needed high dose oral contraceptives. I went off for a little over a year because I wanted to see if cysts were still an issue, and while they were, the endometriosis was really more of an issue than the cysts were. At the time it wasn’t diagnosed, though. Once I kicked the pill, my doctor felt comfortable with the diagnosis. So how does this all fit into Behcet’s?

For starters, there is an awkward give and take with the whole birth control issue. Most of my medications are contraindicated in pregnancy. Some are actually so bad for pregnancy, I had to prove I was taking reliable measures to avoid becoming pregnant. Of course my family history of blood clots, and having vasculitis, meant I was pushing the limits of estrogen containing birth control pills. My doctor had told me that being on birth control pills that contained estrogen, was a surefire way to get a blood clot.

I really didn’t want a¬†blood clot.

I was able to forgo birth control entirely because I had failed to get control over periods using non-estrogen containing oral contraceptives. They had wanted to use an IUD, but I was super afraid at the time. I also knew that I wanted children in the next five years. At the time I was with someone who had lab work that showed issues, issues that would make conception without intervention highly unlikely. The chances were low enough that, when presented with the numbers, my gynecologist was comfortable enough with me going sans birth control, despite being on medication that usually required me to be on birth control.

Score one for male factor infertility.

I don’t do drama, so for the record, my ex did go on to have an adorable baby boy with his gorgeous girlfriend. While we were together I was informed¬†given the information at my disposal, that we could not have children. Indeed, I was able to stay off of birth control for well over a year, without a pregnancy.¬†

Now, for so many years the goal of life was to avoid pregnancy. Let’s me honest, for most of us that’s how it goes. We try to avoid pregnancies, until all of a sudden we realize we¬†want kids. Some people are lucky enough to avoid pregnancy, then become pregnant, when they find it convenient. Other people find themselves getting pregnant when they didn’t plan on it, or struggling to get pregnant at all. Then there are the weird sick women out there, who have the added benefit of having to seriously plan out pregnancies because of illnesses and medications.

Doctors have had various recommendations for me. Some have looked at the research and been comfortable with my proclamation that I want children some day. For many women with Behcet’s, pregnancy brings a relief from symptoms. Doctors don’t really know why, but Behcet’s symptoms, and even the disease itself, tend to lessen during pregnancy, and even shortly afterwards. Of course some women have worsening symptoms during pregnancy, and more have issues following the birth of their children, but there was hope.

Other doctors have acted like I’m insane. The medications alone make it a really risky idea. I would have to stop certain medications for a certain period of time, but also be able to start pregnancy safe medications within that time, to keep all my symptoms in check. A seizure during pregnancy would be really bad. Gastroparesis makes me nauseas and struggling to feed myself adequately, how in the world will I be able to nourish a growing baby? They point at the unknowns genetically in terms of how many people in my family have autoimmune ailments. Of course there is no¬†guarantee that I’ll be passing anything along.

The rest fall somewhere in the middle, which I feel is the right place to be. I definitely don’t expect to have an easy go of it, but I would like to have at least one or two children of my own. I would love an adopted child, or a stepchild, just as much, but there is something about a biological child that does call to me. I’ve definitely considered IVF with a surrogate, but that is an expensive route. It’s also the safest in terms of what would be best for the baby. (Think about it, my body does a poor job of keeping me alive, entrusting it with a fetus seems terrifying to me.) A surrogacy would also mean I could stay on a lot of my medications, or at least go back on medications sooner. (Some medications you cannot be taking because they pass along birth defects via the egg, so I would have to stop those prior to egg harvesting.)

Is this a fun read or what…

I know my best chance at having a healthy biological child, is via a surrogate, but it doesn’t make thinking about it any less daunting. I mean, I was married, I’m in the process of getting a divorce, I’ll be 32 in April…and there is a timeline on fertility. I didn’t do myself any favors with the chemo. (I still don’t know if there was damage to my eggs, but again, that’s not something I can really know without specific fertility testing. My insurance only covers fertility tests if you’ve been trying to conceive for a period of time without success.

I’m pretty sure I don’t meet the qualifications of trying for any period of time, given the fact that I’m painfully single.

Another issue for me is that I did have early stage cervical cancer. They removed a pretty decent size of my cervix, and the location has made it more likely for me to experience issues with premature labor. So, you know, as if it weren’t enough to have Behcet’s with heavy GI involvement including gastroparesis…I had to go and get cervical cancer, too.¬†Don’t get me wrong, I am beyond grateful that it was caught early, and¬†that I only needed local surgery instead of a more invasive surgery and chemotherapy. It just would have been nice if I could have avoided cancer all together.

Doing six months of chemotherapy, then getting diagnosed with cancer? Yeah, that’s only something that happens in my life.

This is another rambling blog, but today was infusion day, and I’m in that weird headspace of sleepy, but full of vitamins. I hope I find someone someday who can love me, illnesses and all. I also hope that they want children (or already have children) and are supportive of whatever pathway to parenthood we choose together. It may not be conventional, but that’s okay. Right now I do have an IUD. It was placed before I was diagnosed with cancer, and I’m thrilled with it. It controls my endometriosis issues, and I don’t know it’s even there. There isn’t a worry for me regarding pregnancy, which is important still with all the medications I’m taking. With my nausea issues, vomiting, and malabsorption, it was time to get something that didn’t rely on another pill I would have to remember to take. Plus, no estrogen!

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Family Planning (NSFW-ish)

Changing Your Expectations and Being Okay with It

I have had to change so many of my expectations over the last few years, and you would think it would get less painful each time…but it doesn’t. When my ex-husband and I separated, it was a relief. It wasn’t a good marriage, despite being a long marriage, and the freedom from the constant verbal and emotional tirades was beyond amazing. My health had momentarily improved, leading me to believe that I would be so much better physically, because I had freed myself emotionally. It was partially true. My C-PTSD symptoms did decrease, to the point where my medications could be removed, but my Behcet’s didn’t get the notice.

Denial was my first mistake. I refused to accept that the symptoms I was having were Behcet’s related. Wasn’t I always uncoordinated? Didn’t I always have stomach issues? Finances were a mess because I’d blown my knee out, so the stress was¬†of course causing me some physical distress. I made so many excuses for so many obvious signs of flaring, that I was eventually sitting in the medical marijuana office, weighing in at 120 pounds, all 5’10” of me. I got my medical license to smoke, and for the first time ever, tried marijuana. At that point I was struggling to keep down water.

My second mistake was over optimism. Let me explain this further. Being optimistic is wonderful. You need to be positive to stay on track and fight your chronic illnesses. Being overly optimistic, though, prevents you from planning realistically. I kept telling myself every treatment change would work. When it didn’t, I just kept pushing forward. I pushed my body to the limit because I was still in denial. I had a boss prior to getting sicker, who was into positive thinking so seriously, that we literally couldn’t express¬†any negative feelings. I clung to the idea even after leaving the job.

The final mistake was combining mistakes one and two, with lying. I lied to my family. I lied to my friends. I told people I was fine, and when they saw me, they were floored by how¬†not fine I was. By the point I was going to NYU, where they would recommend Remicade and if that didn’t work, Cytoxan, I had been hospitalized for over a week, and was barely able to walk with a walker.

Denial, overly optimistic thinking, and lying to yourself and others, is not going to help you.

I still believe there will be a day when my illness doesn’t impact me day to day, because I’ll have treatments and tools at my disposal, but I am still coming to terms with that reality. Some days I will need my wheelchair. I will likely need IVIG regularly, for quite some time, if not indefinitely. Remission is out of the question, but given how aggressive my case has been, it isn’t likely.

And that’s okay.

That may sound like over optimism again, but it isn’t. I will adjust my life as needed, and with time, I will be able to find things that I can enjoy and do with whatever my body is capable of. I don’t know if anyone will ever be able to love me enough to live with me and commit to me, and while the thought of never settling down and actually living with someone hurts, I do know that it’s a possibility. I also know that there are people out there with chronic illnesses who have found partners, so it isn’t impossible. The first step, though, is accepting myself, and my body, for what it is.

My schooling changed. My potential career paths changed. It hurts. I wanted to be a clinical laboratory scientist more than anything, and I may not be able to ever pursue that path because of my ataxia. What I have found, though, is clinical study associate positions, and they’re actually really interesting. To be honest, I should have gotten my MPH (Master’s of Public Health), but I wasn’t as sick when I committed to the forensic program. Ultimately I can still get certificates for clinical study administration, and because of my undergraduate and different graduate degree, I could make a case that I would be an excellent advisor. I’ve literally studied the lab piece of things, and the investigative side of forensics, I am the perfect person to put together official studies that pair the work that is seen, with the behind the scenes work.

I have literally discovered a career I never¬†knew existed, and it’s in¬†demand where I live. I can also do it in a wheelchair, and even handle some administrative tasks from home.

Currently I’m not in a position to work, but I want to be working someday, and this career field gives me hope. Regardless I love the idea. I could also look into PhD programs with my undergraduate and graduate school, because they have agreements with certain degree programs, where they pay for your PhD if you give them 5 years of your time as a professor. I would actually enjoy teaching college students, and the flexibility of the potential online classes is amazing. Even if I had to do in person instruction, the ability to do it in a wheelchair also makes it a viable option.

Mostly it’s about recognizing that I even have options.

You may not be doing what you thought you’d be doing, but very few people in their 30’s are where they thought they’d be in their teens or even early 20’s. The friends I think that have it all, don’t really all have it all. I come from a small town and most of my friends have gotten married and had kids, but there are others like myself, who got married young and then got divorced. I’m glad I didn’t have kids with my ex-husband, because we would never have been able to peacefully coparent. I also wouldn’t be able to focus on getting myself well, if I had children to look after.

I am not where I want to be, but I am still here, and I still have the opportunity to move in a variety of directions. I just need to be open to the options that I have.

Changing Your Expectations and Being Okay with It

First Round of IV Vitamins, and the Unemployment/Disability Situation

Yesterday, on the 23rd, I got my first infusion of fluids vitamins, and amino acids. It wasn’t pleasant, but mostly because I was still so sick going into the appointment. Basically I’m still having bleeding issues, most likely from my colon, and lower intestines. I’m also having a lot of nausea courtesy of the gastroparesis. I find myself in this horrible situation where, if my stomach and upper intestines empty, they hit the lower intestines where the ulcerations are. So the nausea fades momentarily, only to return as the pain of the food and drink moving through me hits the ulcers. The doctors are fairly sure some of the ulcers were deep, and created blood clot like scabs that are coming off when I feel like I have to go to the bathroom. It’s super fun…

Anyhow, I pulled myself up off the bathroom floor (literally) and went in for the infusion. I was pleasantly surprised when the nurse hit a vein on the first try. (I had forced myself to drink and keep down liquids, though it had left me violently nauseated.) She warned me that the infusion would taste funny, like a Flintstone vitamin. Turns out it tasted¬†exactly like one, but not the fun fruity part…the gross after taste part. This would have been manageable had I brought mints or something, but I hadn’t. It also would have been manageable if I weren’t already trying to avoid throwing up. Then there was the woman who seemed determined to talk to me.

I am pale, obviously in pain, and she just kept talking…

I’m not sure what we talked about. I grunted responses periodically, but spent most of the time checking out her adorable dog. Then something fun happened. About halfway through the bag I thought I was dying. I felt hot flashes, the nausea peaked, and I was pretty convinced I was going to faint or have a seizure. Then, a little while later, it all went away. I told myself it was just the Zofran I had taken prior to the infusion…but I kept feeling less horrendous. Now, don’t get me wrong, the damn thing still tasted awful, but I didn’t feel as awful. 3/4 of the way through the infusion, I was actually sitting up in the chair instead of half curled over. As it finished I had to admit, I felt a lot better, just from the fluids. The vitamins were much needed, but I am sure they haven’t done much just yet. The nurses and nutritionist had all said it would take several regular infusions before I felt a lasting benefit from the vitamins and amino acids. As I’m getting up to leave, talkative lady addresses me and the nurse.

“You look less dead.” Then to the nurse, “Doesn’t she look a lot less dead?”

I mean I’d rather look totally alive, but I’ll take less dead I suppose. My stomach still hasn’t been doing well, but that’s just the nature of the situation. My upper GI doesn’t want to move at all, while the lower GI is a mess of ulcerations and blood. Happy holidays I suppose.

Hopefully I can get an update on my wheelchair after the holiday. I’m bummed that I’ll have to start paying copayments and whatnot, given my insurance year will begin again, but I’m hoping I won’t have to pay it all at once with the wheelchair. That would definitely require me to sell everything I own. I’m also excited to start IVIG. I’m crossing my fingers for some good news regarding my disability as well.

For a long time I was opposed to the idea of disability. I want to work. Not working leaves me unfulfilled. It isn’t even about finances, though I’m definitely struggling financially. Working has always given me a sense of pride and purpose. Even the smallest job made me feel like I was contributing in some way. Without working I feel sort of useless. I know I couldn’t work the way things are right now. As much as I may want to work, I just don’t know day to day how I’ll feel. Plus there are the medical treatments. We’re talking about IV infusions 2x per week, if insurance will cover it, then IVIG which will be given over a period of two days. From what I’ve read IVIG is done every 4-6 weeks. If it lines up with IV nutrition appointments, I could be spending 4 out of 5 days in medical offices¬†one week per month. I’d still be spending two days per week in medical offices anyhow. Once we’re able, we’ll wean me to an IV per week, but ultimately we can’t go lower than that since I really need the fluids.

This is the thing people don’t seem to grasp about disability, and those of us who are chronically ill. We¬†fight hard to get to a baseline that is somewhat close to that of a healthy person. Most of us won’t ever feel as healthy as a healthy person, but we can fight hard to become functional enough to basically pass as healthy. Getting to that point takes a lot of effort and time though. In my instance we’re talking several IV treatments, a ton of oral medications, and carefully orchestrated drinks and snacks. Even with all of that, I could wake up and feel miserable. If you look at my IV schedule alone, it become a scheduling nightmare. Toss in the fact my body doesn’t operate well in the mornings, and that I could randomly have a few bad days without warning, and you get someone who really doesn’t have the ability to work right now.

I am not defined by my illness, however, I am limited by it. For a long time I lied to myself, and swore that Behcet’s and the things it has caused like gastroparesis and autonomic neuropathy, would never limit me. I was determined to live the life I wanted, despite the symptoms. As I pushed myself, I got sicker and sicker. Then denial kicked in. I told myself that I was in a flare, and that once the flare was over, I could get back to living a normal life. Denial isn’t helpful. I hit a point where I had to acknowledge that some of the things I wanted to do, I couldn’t do, because of my chronic illnesses, and¬†that’s okay.

Yes, you read that right¬†folks, it’s okay to accept that your disease limits you…as long as you don’t let it define the entirety of your being.

I am chronically ill. I may have to use my wheelchair at times. I cannot work. My diet is an absolute wreck, and even when I do follow the doctor’s advice, I can’t always succeed. The ER team knows me. Professors have to allow me extra time should I require it. These are all facts of life for me. I accept it, and I pivot because of it.

Find something else that you love, and know that limitations are not forever, but even the ones that do stick around¬†don’t change who you are as a person.¬†

Life is what it is, and sometimes we can’t wrap our heads around having to change our plans, but we also can find ourselves trying something new that we hadn’t even thought of before. We find new passions, new paths, and we go with it.

So go with it. 

First Round of IV Vitamins, and the Unemployment/Disability Situation

Operation Relocation?

**Disclaimer: I made a gastroparesis blunder today and overestimated the capacity of my system. Therefore, due to extreme nausea, this blog is being written under the influence of medicinal marijuana. I doubt I’ll edit it before posting. Hopefully my point is made.**

One of the harder parts about being chronically ill, is the financial strain. Even with good insurance, the medical bills pile up. Maybe your main plan has a low catastrophic cap, but what about vision and dental? In my case there is also the reality that I’m the only one that is capable of bringing money into the home. Yes, I get alimony, but along with the finalization of my divorce, comes the reality that I’ll have to pay to keep insurance, and that¬†excludes vision and dental.

Inhale.

The reality of my current state is this…working isn’t possible. Lately walking the dog around the block has been a victory. That victory is short lived because walking the dog wasn’t the only task for the day, and now I’m exhausted. I’ve been waiting on disability, but could still have to wait over a year for my court date. What is a person supposed to do when they’re disabled, but can’t get disability?

I have a credit card that was maxed out between my knee surgery, and chemo. I’ve reached the very end of the road when it comes to pretending you’ve got everything under control.

People can tell I’m faking.

Relocation has become a hot topic, because where I currently live (San Diego) has a high cost of living. I, personally, don’t feel like I have a ton of other options. I have a large service dog, a small retired service dog, and no income aside from alimony. There is nothing in San Diego I can afford, and not many roommates are willing to tolerate the dogs. Family has implored me to move back east, but for a variety of reasons, including all that snow, I’m not sure that would be a responsible choice.

Recently I was offered the chance to live in my aunt’s condo, rent free, in Florida, from May through November. My first thought surrounded the word “free,” but the following thoughts were full of pros and cons. I have made a list, on my whiteboard, and they are exactly even as of right now. Medically there is the fact I’d have to find all new doctors, comfortable with Behcet’s, and then find new ones again because I’d only be there for six months…

Okay, enough about me.

I’m not the only person who faces financial stress because they’re chronically ill. How many homeless people have you met with severe mental or physical disabilities? They didn’t just decide to live outside one day. Society needs to do a better job of helping those who cannot reliably work. I could get a job tomorrow, but I would lose it by next week. I don’t know what days I can eat and what days I can’t. I don’t know when I’ll have severe pain, or nausea, and be unable to make it into work. This is something most of us “sick” folks deal with.

My friend was lucky, she worked for a grocery chain that let her work when she was well, and accepted her absences when she was gone. She didn’t make much, but it made her feel good to be working. When you’re not working, it can become depressing, You want to be contributing. So why don’t we have something for the chronically ill that allows them to work when they’re able, and receive disability benefits regardless?

The assumption is that tons of people abuse the system, and file for disability or other benefits because they’re lazy. Maybe some do…but the process of being approved for disability is beyond broken. I have friends who have been in the system for 3-4 years, while they have bones literally fusing their spines and ribcages. This friend would still work on good days, because she likes feeling fulfilled. That doesn’t mean she isn’t disabled.

Think about it like this: you have a system designed to provide financial assistance to people who are unable to work do to a disability. The reality is that some of those people would work when they felt physically able, but the amount of work they would be able to do would never be enough to provide for them financially. So, instead of working, they wait for their disability benefits. The limited funds must be carefully regulated, so they wait a long time. What if the government realized that those of us who cannot work enough to financially provide for ourselves or our families,¬†could still work¬†in some capacity? Couldn’t we have the chance to work within the disability system itself?

I am great at office work. I am amazing when it comes to organization and filing. You need a friendly face to greet guest at reception? That person would be me. It just may only be me for 2-4 hours at a time. It also may only be me a day or so per week, with gaps in between. I want to contribute, I want to be part of something bigger and better than sitting at home, or at the doctors office. I think most of us who are chronically ill, want to still have a purpose that we pursue.

Some have been lucky to have family and friends to stay with during their financially challenging times, and I’m not saying this as a slight to my friends or family, it’s just something worth noting. There are people who, for whatever reason, rely on themselves during the challenging times, and it’s definitely an anxious thing.

Social programs need to step it up, because they could be so much more, and they could help so many more people. In the meantime I’ll just be figuring out whether it’s time to relocate. It isn’t an easy decision, sick or not, and it’s something that is really weighing on my mind.

Operation Relocation?

Wheelchair Evaluation and Fundraising

First and foremost, my wheelchair evaluation is in exactly 10 hours! My apartment is nowhere near ready for it, but it’s as good as it’s going to get for right now. One of the aggravating parts about any chronic illness, is having a list of things to do, and only enough energy to do a few things. The kicker is never knowing which things will drain you. I thought for sure I could at least fold and organize my clothes. Instead I ended up with clothes in boxes and baskets. It’s chaos, but at least my space is open for the mobility advisor.

Unfortunately the kitchen and living room are an unusable mess. I try my best to take care of my own messes, but I’ve run out of energy to keep up with my roommate. I know I need to follow through with my promises to do cleaning in lieu of utilities, however, it is just too much. When I was nightly cleaning, I would often end up having him fry something after it was all clean. It just felt futile.

People have been saying, “You walk fine,” and rolling their eyes when it comes to the wheelchair. They don’t seem to appreciate how much effort it takes to walk “fine”. I am constantly reminding my body where things are, and even the constant tension of my muscles can’t always prevent a fall. I used to walk blocks to take the dog to the grassy area. Now going around the block is nearly impossible. There tons of places and things I’d love to do, but I know my body isn’t capable of the walking required.

I am getting a wheelchair because I have ataxia. I am not coordinated, and it is worsening. I also have tremors. A few steps for me, equals a whole lot for someone else. Toss in my difficulty get adequate nutrition, and you have my life.

Then there is the fundraiser. I started a fundraiser to help me keep insurance once my divorce is finalized. It will be hard to continue living where I am living regardless, but if I cannot come up with insurance funds, I’m not sure where I would go or what I would do. There was sone resistance since I did a fundraiser to get to NYU a year or two ago, but that was under different circumstances. My divorce settlement has shifted, and the shift leaves me without insurance, or a way to pay for insurance.

I hate asking for help, but sometimes it has to be done.

Just a short update tonight. I’m quite tired, and I have to be awake earlier than usual!

Wheelchair Evaluation and Fundraising

So Much Sleep

Every single doctor wants to put me on a steroid taper. I was¬†just on a steroid taper. The issue is that the dose of steroids I need to feel relief, is a whole lot higher than what one can maintain long term. The other issue is that it’s just a stop gap measure. We can keep decreasing flare symptoms for a few days at a time, but we aren’t really doing anything for me overall.

Tomorrow I’ll be calling my rheumatologist, but she’s pretty set on me waiting until January to move forward with IVIG. One of the biggest struggles lately has been how much I’m sleeping! Literally fell asleep in the bathroom because I thought I was going to throw up, didn’t, and ended up waking up on the floor. (Now that I’m thinking about it, my jaw hurts, so it is possible I fainted.) Still, I literally slept for at least 12 hours last night. I got up, made it to the couch, and somehow fell asleep again for a couple of hours. Walked my friend’s foster dog, hung out with the friend for a bit, then somehow managed to fall asleep¬†again. Not sure for how long, at least an hour, maybe longer, but my friend woke me up and asked if I was okay.

My memory has been horrid, and I want to watch shows, but I keep falling asleep. At this point I just put things on that I’ve seen before.

One amusing result was me spending several hours convinced my phone was broken. I kept lowering the volume, and was convinced it would stop just before going to mute. I reset my phone. I updated everything. Then I remembered, to put it on mute, I had to use the little toggle button on the side.

I mute my phone regularly…but today, I forgot how to mute my phone.¬†

While a lot of people would find this alarming, I just a accept it for what it is. I am in a flare, and all my symptoms are heightened because of it. New symptoms are related to old symptoms, and even fully new symptoms seem to be minor compared to established symptoms.

If you have a chronic illness, and you need more sleep than usual, talk to your doctor, and then sleep! 

For a long time I had a lot of shame about how much sleep I needed just to barely function, but now I (for the most part) accept it. Yes, there are days when it aggravates me, but right now I’m just embracing it. Normally my nebulizer would make me jittery, but it didn’t, so that makes me happy! I also don’t explain it to people, at least not in an apologetic way. My automatic response to, “Are you okay,” has become to just say that I am, or even ask why they’re asking. I don’t even think twice because I’ve just accepted how things are…for now.

I will not give up hope. I will have a¬†better quality of life. Maybe I’ll never be in remission, but I will achieve things in this life.

You have a purpose, even if you’re ill…you just have to find it. I’m still digging around for mine, but I will find it. Right now I’m just trying to share my story, and make people who struggle with their illnesses, hopeful.

So Much Sleep

Inhale, Inhaler, Asthma, Weed?!

Disclaimer: The information below is not meant to be medical advice. What works for me, is what works for me. You should consult your physician to get information and guidance on what would be best for you and your situation.      

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I’ve gotten a lot of judgment for my use of medical marijuana, so I thought a formal blog addressing it would be a good idea. Today I was reminded that I should address it, because I had to use my nebulizer for a severe breathing attack. I was using the carpet cleaner to clean up my roommate’s dog’s urine. (She has what I like to call “on purposes” because she doesn’t accidentally pee…she just pees.) Anyhow, the spot was quite saturated, and as I got it clean, I started coughing. Really coughing…and then the thick mucous came up.

Have you ever coughed so hard you can’t inhale?¬†You’re coughing and coughing until your body¬†decided maybe vomiting would be easier.

Luckily I didn’t vomit, but it was close. I spent some time on the bathroom floor recovering, but still couldn’t breathe well. I dragged my nebulizer to my room, hooked it up, and instigated the opening of the airways. This meant more coughing, more spitting things up, but ultimately finding oxygen.

Then the steroid jitters kicked in.

The good news was that I was able to finish some of my homework. The bad news was that the shakes continued until the nausea became unbearable. I took the last Zofran tablet in my possession, crossed my fingers that I could get a refill ASASP, and waited for it to kick in.

The thing about severe nausea, especially gastroparesis related nausea, is that staying still and trying not to think about it, doesn’t make it get better. The discomfort grows and grows.¬†

In the ER I’d beg for IV Zofran immediately…but at home, I don’t have that option. When I hit that wall where I know I can’t go more than a few more moments without vomiting, I reach for the marijuana.

But you said you had asthma?!?!

Yes, I do have breathing difficulties. Perhaps smoking marijuana isn’t the best thing in that situation…but all medications have side effects. First and foremost, I don’t smoke marijuana. It is too harsh, and always causes me to need my inhaler. In a pinch I’ll have someone shotgun me some, but it isn’t the preferred method. I use a vape.

I use a high end vape.

Truth be told, I need to replace the screen, but the biggest thing is that I control the heat, and the filtration is amazing. Within a few minutes my nausea is gone, and I don’t cough, choke, or need to use my inhaler. My doctors who are okay with medical marijuana, are okay with my methodology, though they would prefer I use edibles. The issue with edibles for me, is the same as the Zofran situation. I need the drug to work fast. Plus my digestive system is slow and inefficient in general.

They do sell  ODT Zofran that does act faster, because it dissolves under your tongue.

The reason I don’t use the ODT option is personal, so please don’t assume you’ll have the same issue that I have. Since I am generally dehydrated, my mouth is almost always dry. This isn’t related to vaping marijuana. Even if I haven’t vaped in days, my mouth is like cotton. The ODT therefore takes forever to dissolve. I also can’t tolerate the taste. Most people find it pleasant, but when I’m in a position where I’m going to vomit, the only thing I can tolerate is the taste of peppermint. Usually I pop an Altoid, or put peppermint oil on my lip, after vaping. I really can’t taste¬†anything else when I’m at that level of nausea.

If I had a port, I would smoke a lot less marijuana. I have a nothing against people who use it medically or recreationally. Prior to using it myself, I thought it was stupid, and while I do know folks who have faked medical conditions to get their medical marijuana card, I also have seen folks like myself who do really need it. For the first time in a long time, I learned what it was like to go out, and not have to worry about nausea taking over my evening. If I use the right strain, I can conquer my stomach, and drink water, or work on homework. At the moment the strain I have was cheap, but insanely strong. It works, but it is making me just a bit too relaxed to focus on anything remotely complicated.

So yes, I have asthma, and I use marijuana. I am in no way endorsing this practice, or saying that you should vape if you have marijuana. My current situation makes medicating me difficult. There is no option for my gastroparesis. There is also no real option for my Behcet’s, though we may attempt IVIG. Right now I’m just popping mycophenalate like it’s candy, even though I could never eat actually candy without getting seriously ill.

Inhale, Inhaler, Asthma, Weed?!