Peg Troubles

I feel a bit lost tonight.

I had an appointment today to attend Kings College Hospital for an X-Ray of my abdomen. This was an appointment that got arranged following me chasing up a doctor last week.

You see, I’ve had ongoing issues with my tube leaking. (If there are any other peg/tube feeders out there who have also had leaky tubes then please feel free to share your experiences and advice. It would be much appreciated 😊)

The leakage was bad before I had this new, longer tube put in. I thought having a longer tube would resolve it. But it hasn’t unfortunately.

Up until today I believed it was because the tube had moved into a new place. (Its supposed to be in my bowel but I thought it moved back up into my stomach)

But today has proven that the tube hasn’t moved and is in fact in the place its meant to be.

This is a good thing as it means I don’t have to go through the hassle of them removing it and doing it all over again. But it’s also a not so good thing. As part of me was hoping to hear that it has moved as that would be the explanation behind the excessive leaking. But now I still have no idea why its leaking so much.. Still.

The other option as to why I’m still having troubles could be that the infection I had back in May is still around and so causing build up of fluid and stomach acid in my stomach.

I was given antibiotics to fight this infection following it’s discovery but didn’t have a follow up to find if the infection had gone.

I am currently chasing this up and unfortunately it is proving a challenge due to delays in communication. But I’ll get there… hopefully.

I currently feel lost as I just feel like there is no way out of this situation.

There’s been another appointment arranged for next month to discuss with another consultant further options available to me. But I doubt theres going to be much, if any.

I’ve coped for so long with the discomfort of the leaking. The constant changing of clothes, the not being able to wear certain outfits in case of leaking, the constant changes of dressings. All probably small things to some. But it takes so much effort. Sometimes I don’t bother. Then I feel uncomfortable and unclean so have to have a shower to clean myself up.

I’m half just settling on carrying on as I am, not bothering to keep crying out for help as I don’t feel like I’m getting anywhere, and half wanting to keep pushing. Keep trying to get my voice heard.

It’s starting to really affect my “normal life”. Its affecting the way I think, the way I act. Everything.

If anyone can help. Anyone with peg feeds, tubes etc going through similar. It would be very appreciated!

Thank you 😊

Sometimes I feel like a burden… And I shouldn’t feel that way

I’ve just got up and got on with things for so long now. I’ve tried to leave an as normal life as possible. I’ve pretended to feel well when I’m not just to make things easier and to help me lead this ‘normal life’.

And it’s worked but it also has now got to a point where I feel like mentioning how I feel… especially physically, would annoy people.

I feel like whenever I mention that I feel a bit sick or am in a bit of pain.. I should feel guilty for even mentioning it.

It doesn’t help that I’ve come across some people who are clearly annoyed that I even bring it up despite me rarely ever mentioning it. I’ve been moaned at before and I’ve been told “well you look fine” and “you’ve coped with worse”. I’ve even been called selfish!!!

I don’t know why I should feel ashamed for being honest. I’m not saying I’m a complainer. If I complained about every single pain or discomfort or sickness I have.. Well I’d hardly stop complaining!

But I keep having to remind myself that it’s okay to have the odd moments to not hide my feelings. It’s okay to be honest.

Admiting that I’m struggling isn’t a sign of weakness. And yes, how I’m feeling may not be as bad as how others have it with other conditions, but it does affect me. Its horrible to go through. And sometimes I need that little extra support.

Sometimes when I admit that I’m feeling rough all I want is a cuddle or for someone to just listen to me and just be there. I don’t need people shouting or moaning at me, making me feel ashamed for feeling the way I do.

I’m human. I need to let these feelings out. I need to be honest sometimes with how my body is coping.

Yes i’m coping much better than I used to but I still struggle sometimes.

And some days I need to go about my day in a slower, easier process. Please don’t have a go at me for going slower than usual or perhaps not achiving the standard I would if I was having a good day..

My body’s signalling that it needs rest. Its more fragile than usual.. I need to slow down and build myself up again. “re-charge” if you like.

It’s okay not to be okay.

I wish some people understood that.

Realising I’ve made it

It’s funny… I’m looking back at old Facebook statuses and old photos from 6/7 years ago… And I still quite can’t believe that was me. I went through that.

Despite my positiveness and awful attempts at humour at the age of 15/16… I was in a dark place. Both physically and mentally. I think the fact that my life was on full on go-go-go mode being transported 2 and from hospital at least once a week for almost over a year… It kept me kind of sane. I didn’t have time to stop and process my thoughts. I was either in the operating theatre, having multiple blood tests and numerous cannulas fitted, or just trying to recover from a seriously bad episode.

Being on the go all the time, helped for a while. I couldn’t feel sad. I couldn’t show weakness mentally. I had to be positive, I had to make jokes. I had to persevere and cope as best I could. It was the only thing I could do.

Although it helped, it meant that there was a backlog of negativity, sadness and lowness just waiting to burst out.

And it did.

When everything slowed down, and physically I gradually ever so slightly recovered from the operations and the treatments.

I had time to think. Finally.

But now the real fight began. I wasn’t fighting for my life anymore. I was fighting for my mental health.

And it was scary. It was dark. And if I’m honest, it was much harder to fight compared to the physical fight I had.

It went on for a few years.. Slowly getting worse and worse. Until I broke down proper a couple of years back.

Fortunately, I had a great support around me. My friends, my neighbours, my family. All were there for me. Just as they was when I was fighting my physical illness.

With their support, their encouragement and motivation, I got the help I needed. I was able to channel and let out all those negative feelings. The stress, the anger, the anxiety that had built up inside of me whilst I was being pulled and poked physically.

One of the thoughts I had, which stayed with me for a while. And I always knew it was in the back of my mind when I was on the go. I just tried to acknowledge it, was the following:

“Will I ever be normal?”

I don’t like the term “normal”. I mean, what is “normal”? Average? Nah. I don’t want to be average that’s boring.

What I meant by “normal” in this circumstance is that I wondered whether I’d ever live a life like everyone else.

I remember thinking…. Will I ever know a life outside of the hospital? Will I finish school? Will I get a job/career? Will I be able to drive? Will I be able to go out and socialise with friends? Will I go on dates? Will I find someone special to be in a relationship with?

Just simple things like that, that most people take for granted.

I was really doubtful about all of this. The first time I first started doubting, I had multiple tubes in my stomach and in my arms. I was also bed bound and in so much pain and discomfort.

A life didn’t seem possible.

BUT.

I fought. I battled through. I strided my way past the physical challenges and got myself out with just one small tube in my stomach (which I’ve learnt to live with) and I pushed myself through the mental challenges..

And you know what?

I’ve made it. What seemed impossible a few years ago, I have achieved most of it. I am living my dream life. I’m in a job I love with the most amazing colleagues, I was taking driving lessons (stopped because of corona 🙄), Ive had so many socialising occasions the past few years with my incredible friends and family, oh and I’m in a relationship and we are soon to be celebrating our 1 year. ❤️

Do I hate what I had to go through before getting to where I am now? No.

Because its made me who I am today. A fighter who doesn’t back down. I’ve learnt from the past. And I think it’s made me a better person. And I am grateful that I now have a much clearer head and I know what direction I am going in now.

If anyone is wondering why I decided to write this post and how this has all suddenly popped up in my head it’s because I’ve been listening to the following… When I listen to it I think of the words relating to me and my illness. 😊

Its Christina Aguilera’s “Fighter” (please click on link below)

Lockdown update

Just a brief post to let you guys know how I’ve been coping in lockdown.

It’s been hard… I know it’s been hard on all of us.

I’ve not been able to see my family properly. Nor my friends. I’ve also not seen my boyfriend for 6/7 weeks.

The amount of times I’ve cried myself to sleep over the situation we are in is silly. I don’t like this situation at all.

HOWEVER

I am doing the RIGHT thing.

I am keeping myself safe.

I am keeping my family safe.

I am keeping my friends safe.

I am also in my own home and have many things to keep me occupied.

I am also still able to work (from home.. Obviously).

It’s not all bad.

I have noticed though, that my “bad spells” that I’ve mentioned in the past has become more frequent over the last few weeks. Within the last 7 weeks I’ve had 2 pretty bad, bad spells.

This probably doesn’t sound like alot, but to me it kinda is. 6/7 years ago I was having at least 1 bad spell a week and over the years I’ve managed – by fighting and pushing myself to live a normal life – to get that down to 1 every few months, if that.

I think the stress of it all is taking a toll on my body slightly. Also I’m not moving around as much as I normally would if everything was normal and I was able to go to work, go out with my boyfriend and friends etc.

I am trying to 1 keep my mind occupied (as I mentioned earlier – I am able to work – so that’s keeping me busy during the week) and 2 do a bit of exercise everyday. I’m finding the wii fit very fun and beneficial during these times!!

Also, has anyone else been having weird, vivid dreams lately? I have.

In fact last night I had one which really scared me😂🙈

I dreamt that I woke up one morning and one of my scars on my stomach had opened up😳😳.

When I woke this morning the first thing I did was lift my shirt up to check – luckily all is fine! 😂😅. I don’t think that is likely to happen as my scars should be well healed by now – it’s been 7 years!

Anyway, I’ll finish up for now.

Take care and stay safe.

Katie x

Update

Hello!

Thought I’d give a brief update as to what’s been going on in my life as I haven’t posted on here recently.

So currently in my life, I am still trying to adjust to this lockdown lifestyle. Like everyone I suppose.

I’m working from home still. And have been for just over 3 weeks now. I’m still finding it weird. Like I’ve always tried to keep my work life and home life separate. But now, that is pretty hard to do!

I do try and keep a routine to stop me from going insane. For example, my work hours are 9 till 5 (cue Dolly Parton.. 😉😂) so I make sure I only work within those hours. I turn my laptop and work phone on pretty much dead on 9 and turn them both off dead on 5.

I also make sure I have a few breaks in between working. To get fresh air, a little bit of exercise and have a break from the screen. Fortunately I do have people to talk to at home so I’m not completely on my own. As well as speaking to my colleagues on the phone, via email and via video chat, I also am able to speak to my parents and brother as they are around in the house too.

What else? Erm.. Well we’ve been doing the clap for NHS on a Thursday for the last couple of weeks. I really like doing because not only is it showing are gratitude and support to the NHS and all key workers, I feel like it is bringing people together. In my street, there is a few of us who go out. We all clap and also end up having a chat…. From a distance obviously. We have a little giggle and catch up. And I find it so warming and just so nice that we all have that moment once a week where we have a little get together. It wouldn’t surprise me if, at the end of all this, we’ll be having street parties! Now that would be amazing!

So yeah that’s really it at the moment. I’m missing people who I love and care about outside of my household. Friends, family, boyfriend, his family etc. We keep in touch through calls, messages and video chat (greatful that we live in an age where we have technology like this!) but it’s just not the same😔

Hope everyone reading this is doing okay and staying safe. Keep smiling, enjoy the sunshine, take care and speak soon!

K x

Self-isolating, Working from home and a Thank You

Last week, after pondering long and hard about whether I should be working from home or not, and talking to my consultant, my GP and my friends and colleagues, I took the decision to request to work from home.

I am based at reception normally, so deal with a lot of visitors from all different backgrounds. As this coronavirus has developed I have felt that by being at the front line of the hub and having an underlying health condition, It is too risky to be at work.

I talked to my employers and sorted out a remote working system so I can work from home. I feel quite lucky that I can. I have set myself up on my laptop. And have managed to get a works phone that links up to reception.

I know theres many people out there who can’t work from home so either have lost their jobs entirely or still have to go on, risking their health. I feel for them, I really do. Those who are still going out to work, to look after the vulnerable, the sick and/or do their bit for the community itself, thank you! My mum is one of these people and I can see how concerned she is, not only because she’s putting her health at risk, she knows she has to come home and risk her family’s health too. Especially mine.

So again, thank you to all key workers! Whether you work for the NHS, are Teachers, Social Workers, Shop workers etc.. You are all superstars!

I really hope this worrying time ends soon. After Boris’s speech last night, I understand we are in lock down for a minimum of 3 weeks. It’s going to be tough. It’s going to be boring. It’s going to be lonely for many. It’s times like this I’m grateful for technology. Use your phones and use your laptops to contact friends and family. Use it also to play games with friends, learn new skills and develop knowledge on anything youre interested in.

Stay safe and try and stay sane! 😂

I hope after these 3 weeks, we’ll have good news!

Finding the right rate for me

This is my FreeGo Pump. (no I haven’t nicknamed it “FreeGo” – that is the make of the device😂)

I use this most nights to provide myself with all the nutrients and supplements I need to get through every day. I don’t eat or drink enough within the day to survive basically so, at the moment, I need this to help build me up and keep me fit and healthy.

Different pumps have come and gone throughout the time I’ve had tubes into my stomach. Ever since September 2012.

I remember when I first got told I’d need a machine to pump fluids/nutrients into me… I was petrified. I’d seen TV shows and read in magazines of people, adults and children, who live off these machines day in day out, leading a very limited life due to the fact that they were fed through a tube.

I was scared that I would become so dependent on a machine that I wouldn’t be able to do “normal” things. Go out for a meal with my family. Meet up with friends for a coffee. Go shopping. Go for a walk in the park. All simple, silly, normal things. I felt like people would stare at me and feel sorry for me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to feel vulnerable like that.

Time went by and I started using this ugly looking pump machine pumping this milk mixture into my stomach through the tubes I had connected.

At first, I was using it on and off throughout the day as well as at night. It was horrible. I went to family events connected up to it and felt embarrassed. I felt like I was weak. I felt trapped.

I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere. I didn’t want to be connected up to this machine for life. I wanted to live a life. I wanted to be free.

More time went on… And things actually started improving. The first big step was having the tube that I had in my nose removed and replaced with a direct port into my stomach. My Mic-Key button (no… not a nickname😂). I didn’t have to witness people staring at my face anymore! My face was clear from tubes and sticky dressings!

The next step was using the pump less and less. It took some time but eventually I became less and less dependant on it throughout the day. I was able to go to school, meet up with friends, and just start enjoying life a bit more because of the freedom!

I grew stronger and managed to alter the times that I have my feed (because I still relied on it) to night time only. Meaning, I’m only on it whilst I’m asleep in bed!

The only thing I alter now days is the rate of which it pumps the feed into me. I have recently found a nice rate per hour (65ml) that means I get a good amount of fluids and nutrients throughout the night, plus a reasonable appetite during the day! (the higher the rate, the less of an appetite I have throughout the day – which makes sense)

Being connected up to a machine seemed like a big deal at first. But now, now that I’ve proved that I’m in control and it is not limiting my life, it’s a piece of cake! It has become my normal bed time routine and I feel a bit odd having nights without it😂