Fail-safe planning?

The winter months can be pretty daunting for those of us with Psoriasis and with PSA. With the chilly temperatures we’re much more prone to flare ups and Psoriasis breakouts. Going from hot to cold, the early morning chills, having the stuffy heating on at home; all things which can be troublesome.

With the Psoriatic Arthirits, I’m finding the frozen temperatures affect you even more; I’m having to get up earlier to get my joints moving and give my painkillers more of a chance to kick in, and I find I’m walking slower as I brave the coldness and joint pain at once.

December also usually means a huge spike in social activities; catching up with friends to celebrate and organising and attending work parties. It’s also the busiest time of year for birthdays with my friends and family; and as most of my friends are turning 30 this year, it’s definitely a time for partying! I also have to work out where in the country I am over the Christmas holidays – with separated parents at each end of the country, and finding time to co-ordinating seeing Wayne (either in Leeds or London) who also has his own plans in London can be stressful.  For the rest of the month I probably have maybe two nights in a week where I don’t have any plans at all. An easy task to anyone else I imagine, but I do have to just be that bit more careful.

Sounds like a really tough problem, right ;-). Ordinarily, no, but add in the anxiety, PSA and generally just not knowing how I’ll wake up feeling on each day… yeah you get the picture.

I’ve had a really really good last few weeks, with a 100% hit rate for attendance! So, for my own sake more than anything else I wanted to list my highlights since I last blogged…

  • Lasted the whole night at my Christmas party. Party organising is my absolute favourite; so there was no way I was going to have a bad night there. I was determined – and ultimately managed the whole night, without sitting at all, right until ‘lights up’. Yes I may have swapped to wearing pumps from about 11ish onwards, but who cares!
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  • Spent a weekend in Paris with some of my oldest friends. We had a brilliant weekend and I was seriously worried about f*cking up the plans, especially after my last episode of anxiety in Birmingham. In your face PSA – we walked over 12k each day all around the city in the freezing cold. I couldn’t walk quite as fast as everyone else but it really didn’t matter and we had the best time.
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  • The weekend just gone I was in Birmingham again for my friend’s 30th; this time around was a completely different story to said last experience. Again, another kick in the balls to PSA. Even getting snowed in didn’t stop us from having a fab weekend, and we made it back in one piece with not a single hangover between us ;-).
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What helps me with my anxiety is the ability to be planned. I’m also having to take a few Mondays off of work in order to recover. Luckily I have a fair bit of holiday to be able to do that with this month. And it’s exactly what I’ve been doing today… heaven!

In other news, I’ve been able to lower my Methotrexate dosage by a quarter, which feels so good. I’ve also decided to take it as a weekly injection rather than orally. Mtx comes with so many side affects and I was constantly feeling so so nauseous and would have dizzy episodes now and again too.

So I’m now injecting myself weekly for the Mtx and fortnightly with the Humira.  My doctor is happy for me to start scaling back on my painkillers which I’m desperate to do. Though I might need to just wait for the Christmas period to pass and I can focus on that in January. Bring it on!

Joey

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The eye of the storm

It’s a funny one, anxiety – it can come at you in many different ways and often catches you completely off guard. I suffered my most recent bout of it just this weekend – and it sure loves to try and ruin you whether you like it or not.

We’re all different. It can affect you in many different aspects of your life – I find it picks at your insecurities. It’s nasty like that.

Anxiety isn’t just about giving you that nervous anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach. For me, I can often feel it coming on. Think of it like a swirling storm brewing in the distance, and you can see it getting closer and closer but you can’t run away from it. You can run for cover for a short while – find some shelter and shut it out – but eventually it brings down the walls and you hit the brunt of it. I have suffered from depression in the past – and I’m so proud of myself for saying ‘no’ to the doctor when she offered me anti-depressants – and the fight or flight feeling you get with that is very similar. Once you get it you just have to ride the storm and fight to come out the other side.

For chronic pain sufferers, anxiety seems to make everything seem 100x more painful too. Every ache and pain, every movement.

It also makes you imagine the worst scenarios in everything. I hate being any form of centre of attention – and sometimes the anxiety can be so bad I genuinely get glued to my seat I can’t even walk across a room, worried that people will be looking at me. Sounds stupid I know.

I spent the weekend with my my closest friends celebrating one of them gettting engaged. With a whole long exciting weekend planned, filled with celebrations and spending the weekend all together, It got to yesterday afternoon and that’s when I hit the eye of my storm. I suddenly felt so so overwhelmed and my back and joint pain increased by what felt like a million percent. I started scenario planning and playing out the worst case scenarios in my head – for no apparent reason to the average person. What if my joints inflame even more and I have to spend the next few days bedbound? What if my spine locks and I can’t walk?

We’d been out since midday and it had got to about 5pm and the night was still to come, with everyone planning on staying out for at least another few hours. My ability to focus on just having a normal conversation was flailing and all I wanted to do was hide away, curl up and have a cry. Again for – what seemed to everyone else – no reason. Eventually, I physically couldn’t hold the tears back anymore and had a bit of a breakdown between walking from one bar to the next. At that point I had to call it quits and give in. Wayne took me back to our AirBnB place in a cab and we made a quick exit. I was truly embarrassed and felt an absolute failure. All I could feel was pain and humiliation. What a drama queen. How rude for just leaving without saying bye to everyone. All I kept worrying about was what everyone would think and I was just getting more and more upset. I’m bloody thirty for God’s sake… who just loses it out of nowhere?! Time for home – for peace and quiet, a cup of tea, a cry and a hug and everything started to feel a little better. Wayne just knows what to do when I get low like this. Just being there, giving me a cuddle or a knowing look is sometimes all you need to feel more calm, more safe and secure and less lonely in it all.

A few hours later everyone else came home and we had a great evening – very chilled with some crappy tv, pizza and silly games. I soon forgot for a little while how shit I had been feeling.

It really one of the most draining feelings, and all I can do is write about it here and keep positive; build back up my walls and wait for the storm to pass – because it absolutely will.

Joey

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