When you fight the demon that is dysautonomia, being exhausted and stressed are things you want to AVOID. Yes, like the plague. Where’s my “GO AWAY” sign?
I am exhausted, though. And now bedridden – in a way, at least. Yesterday, despite having taken my Mestinon and other medication as directed, I felt like crashing. My body was giving out.
Since last Friday, I’ve been experiencing blepharospasms. My right eye feels as if there is a brick in it, weighting it down in the socket. The slightest breeze – or normal indoor atmosphere – irritates the surface increasing the twitching and blinking.
All weekend I’ve had moments where my body just… twitches. It’s like tremors running through my legs, hands, arms… and it’s exhausting! I can’t seem to settle down!
And all this has led to some serious exhaustion. At this point, I had to call family to feed me and help me to the bathroom. For someone who is very independent, needing someone is just terrible and can make you feel worse. But I standing makes my blood pressure fall, dramatically, and I start to black out. To even get up and go to the bathroom, it take preparation. Preparation to sit without blacking out. Preparation to stand without blacking out. And to walk… eat… drink… or just not blacking out while laying here on my couch!
The reality of my situation makes it difficult to relax and get the much-needed rest. And my diabetes insipidus doesn’t help the situation. I need to get up for bathroom every 20 minutes or so. And I can’t skimp on my water intake when my BP is low!
At this point, I’m merely trying to avoid hospital. Especially by ambulance.