🧵So it begins. The time of night my pain meds wear off. When #SuicideDue2Pain is almost all I can think about. Except tonight the pain is joined by an even deeper sense of hopelessness. Bc you see once you are a chronic pain patient, apparently nothing matters about your health.
I have a new set of symptoms. A completely diff and excruciating painful condition. Today I didn’t go to my doc for the opioids SHE is obsessed with. Just standard healthcare. Ya know a physical exam, appropriate tests, a referral if she’s stumped or unequipped. A question or two
But I’ve been trying for a year for a doc to listen, to take me seriously, to do some doctoring. Today was doc #4. Today the resident did listen to all of it. The first doc to listen to details w/o cutting me off. I was received w empathy. I even allowed myself a moment of hope.
Silly me. I shoulda known better. Without skipping a beat she told me, “Well, we don’t know what is wrong with you but good for you for still being here.” WTF? Thx for coming out? IDK what’s worse? Being unheard. Or being heard and told there’s nothing I’m willing to do for you.
No one has even tried to diagnose me. Doctors have all just shut off their brains with chronic pain patients assuming they are just looking for an angle to more opiates. I may need my pain managed better but that ain’t gonna happen if you are unwilling to find out the cause.
Only a fraction of my very distressing symptoms, that have only accumulated over a year of neglect, could be relieved by opioids. I told her boss, my family doc, last month that I wanted to apply for #MAiD. If she had bothered to ask why, she’d know that it’s bc I don’t believe…
I’m ever going to get healthcare again. That not only is she unwilling to adequately address my pain. The entire healthcare system treats me like a pariah. An untouchable. Literally and figuratively.
So tonight in my very worst hours when I hang on for dear life every single night and a whole lotta days. #SuicideDue2Pain is joined to thoughts of #MAiD due to neglect, indifference, cruelty, and systemic failure.
I’m still fighting with a lotta help from friends. But what abt the MANY ppl who don’t hv support or ppl to fight for and with them? What happens when my few remaining options run out?When constantly dashed hopes aren’t enough? Something’s gotta give and it ain’t me. I already am
Tracy Fossum #ChronicPain advocate and founder of @HELP_AB speaks powerfully about her lived experience as a CPP and the TRAUMA of chronic pain care. Also the illness caused when doctors and nurses neglect, suspect, assume and abandon. #StopPunishingPain!
When I think abt how hard disabled people are fighting to rollback—not expand #MAiD. Knowing Canada lawmakers don’t even wanna hear from the ppl whose euthanasia they make possible but nothing more. I’m not optimistic. Which is why #DisabilityFilibuster is built on a deeper hope.
I’ll admit I’m not rich in hope either. Not when my govt’s only assistance is in dying. Not when doctors, the healthcare system and policy make me sicker, cause unnecessary pain, disability and trauma. Which is why I thought of this Václav Havel quote from “Disturbing the Peace.”
Which is why when I think abt Havel’s ‘elsewhere’ as a ‘true source of the breathtaking dimension of the human spirit and its efforts’ I think abt crip spaces like @DisabilityFili1. It’s a heavy weight to individually and collectively carry knowing I am worth-less bc I’m disabled
SO WHAT if my pain is amplified by my psych, childhood trauma, or brain? Last time I checked my brain is part of my body, my abuse wasn’t my fault, and depression, anxiety is CAUSED by #ChronicPain not the other way around. If #opioids will stop me from using #MAiD, sUicIDe and…
More physical and mental health problems and disability isn’t that the role of medicine and Medicine? Is there supposed to be a risk VS reward calculation in Medicine? We use c19 vaxx bc risk for severe side effects is tiny but the benefits are life saving. My risk of OD = <1%…
Risk that I’ll be dead by years end by MAiD or my own hand? 90% Tbc it isn’t just adequate opioids that I’m being denied. Health Canada opiate policy and propaganda has so biased drs and pushed them to deny clinical judgment and compassion that I can’t get any healthcare anymore.
12hrs ago I decided I’d go to the ER. I can no longer tolerate this much acute pain that’s been much worse for 4days. I fell down stairs Sat bc of leg weakness, hip instability. I stumbled, nearly fell while standing in place today for the same reason
I did not go to the ER. Not bc I have no cause. Not bc my pain is insignificant. Much less pain has taken me before. I have developed a new symptom in a constellation of them that my dr continues to ignore and dismiss. My mind races w worry about what’s happening and what’s next.
I did not go the ER. I have been talking myself out of going and into going all day. I no longer need doctors and nurses to minimize, delegitimize, dismiss or berate my pain and disability. I’ve internalized their ableism and I have my own abusive voice. It has frozen me in place
My dear friend, roomie and author Gilaine E. Mitchell wrote me this for Easter. Not really an Easter poem but it means a lot that she spent a wk writing this. She doesn’t understand everything I’m going thru and is struggling w me considering MAiD. But she sees, knows, loves me.
Alt Text:
Ditto
I can tell you what she’s like
But it wouldn’t be right
The hands on her clock are
Between numbers, always
There is no exact moment
When she is the same.
She moves painfully, assuredly
Throughout our home
Wrestling with cursed flesh and bone
Tears cried for her own fate.
And then a chuckle from some other room
And a story shared, some article
She’s looked up
Her opinion in parentheses.
@mssinenomine Was reminded today of my competitive swimming days when coach would make us tread water for a very long time. Then as extra “punishment” and competition would have us tread with these 10 lbs bricks. They were heavy and awkward enough that you’d have to hang on with both hands.
@mssinenomine Hands free treading is tough enough to keep your head above water, esp when you’re tired and your leg muscles are screaming. Load me down w weight, it ain’t long before I’m sucking more water than air, trying to keep my barely above water face, positioned just right to get oxygen
@mssinenomine There comes a point that it does not matter how hard you try, how strong you are, even the best swimmer either gets pulled under and sinks. Or has to drop the brick and get out of the water to get air. Either way, you lose.
“Maybe your doctor leaned away from you when you brought up your concerns and suggested you see a therapist. Maybe you feel really alone right now. Maybe you’ve been feeling alone for a long time.” /1 #NEISVoid
“I want you to know that you’re not alone. I want you to know that there are so many other people who feel uncertain and isolated and scared because something is happening with their bodies that their doctors can’t explain.” /2 #NEISVoid
“Maybe you’re wondering if this is all in your head. Maybe you’re wondering if you brought this upon yourself somehow … Maybe the doubt and the guilt and the wondering have stopped you in your tracks completely.” /3 #NEISVoid