About a year ago my health began spiraling down to the point that I was feeling at least 10 years older than I am. My health insurance isn’t all that great (public school teacher) and only pays a pittance. I racked up bills for MRIs and other diagnostics like you wouldn’t believe. Thank you, Indiana, That’s why the Hoosier state is in the black all the time. They pay so little to their workers. But I digress. You already know how poorly teachers are paid.
Teaching has been my full-time job these last 18 months. Why did I get a full-time government job, you ask? For the insurance that isn’t paying my medical bills. As you can imagine, I’m feeling pretty silly for thinking another career was a good idea. But there’s more to it than that, and I’m praying about how to share that part with my readers one day.
I received a diagnosis of Fibromyalgia about seven or more years ago. I’ve managed it quite well until recently. It was getting so bad this past year that I would be in bed by 5:00 pm every night. As you can imagine, that cut out at least six hours of my day when I could be writing, blogging, communicating with my readers and working after-hours at my job (the paperwork I have is ridiculous). I hurt so bad it was painful just to roll over in bed. I would easily sleep 12-14 hours a day if I had the time. I would fall asleep sitting in my chair. My restless legs (another syndrome) became outrageously out of control. I walk at least 7-10,000+ steps a day at my job (Fitbit says so!). I need energy and I just didn’t have it. Some days it was all I could do to walk one step at a time and talk myself through it. The brain fog was another issue, and I was forgetting details in my paperwork at my job (fortunately nothing serious) and was embarrassed by my oversights.
I went to the doctor who ordered another sleep study (I’d had one years ago) but my insurance would only pay a portion leaving me to pay $1600. That wasn’t an option, but I was bound and determined to whip this condition and not submit to it. I read up on anti-inflammatory diets, and while I’ve done them countless times before, I was beginning to accept and realize I needed to leave dairy completely out of my diet (I was already limiting my grains and sugar), and eat only organic, whole foods including grass-fed beef (not easy to find where I live). I prayed and asked the Lord what to do. If He wouldn’t provide the funds I needed for more tests, and He wouldn’t touch me and heal me instantly, then I needed Him to show me how to heal myself. My quality of life was very poor. I was only able to stay out of bed for about 8-10 hours a day. And when I did try to sleep, my restless legs kept me awake. It was a vicious cycle of sitting up in the recliner to sleep and going back to the bed. I was back and forth all night in terrible pain.
Last week I found some restless leg medicine that I didn’t know I had. Once I had started cutting caffeine out of my diet after 12 noon, my legs were much better at night until these unbearable months of fatigue hit me. I had always thought the RLS was from caffeine consumption. But the past six months or so my RLS was affecting my arms, too. And it kept me awake. I was never asleep more than about 20 minutes at a time all night long. When I found the medicine, I decided to give it a try again.
Between taking my RLS meds, iron, vitamin A, Vitamin D3, a multivitamin blood builder, and eating more beef, I’m beginning to feel like part of the living again. (I’m also anemic.) I’m only two weeks into this new burst of energy, but I realized I felt better when I actually came home a few days ago and started cooking a meal before changing my clothes! “Look!” I said to my husband. “I think my RLS meds make me actually get into restorative sleep so I feel better! I haven’t cooked in months!”
He agreed. It was not a usual sight anymore to see me in the kitchen. But my illness did have the nice side effect of the twins (with autism) learning how to cook more. Isaac even made the Thanksgiving turkey this year!
It taught me so much about how people feel ashamed for how sick they are. It’s so embarrassing. Why is that? I told no one. I didn’t want people to know, and I certainly didn’t want my employer to know (although they may find out now). I’m so grateful the Lord let me find that old prescription. Can He touch me and heal me instantly? He can and He just may do so one day. But for now, I’m grateful for medication that helps me sleep without making me feel groggy the next day. (I tried several sleep supplements and none worked well.)
So, that’s where I’ve been. I hope I’m coming back. Stay tuned for where we’re going in 2019. There are some super-exciting things coming! I can’t wait to share them all with you.
I’ll be sending an end-of-the-year newsletter out soon, so be sure to subscribe so you can learn about everything that’s happened and is happening! I can’t wait to take you with me!
I hope you haven’t left. I hope you’re still there, listening. I promise I won’t cry on your shoulder (which is why I’ve not written much). I’m back in the land of the living! How blessed I am to get another chance!
Do you live with a chronic pain condition? How do you manage it? Do you know someone who does? How do you help them? And do you know of any good homeopathic remedies for RLS and Fibro? I’d love to hear about them!