Suffering with the diseases we have can be quite challenging as I am learning, with much of my previous life having had to be placed on temporary hold.
As I enter another week of predicted poor sleep, frustration that there is much to accomplish in the house and garden, combined with missing exercise and a routine established over more than 50 years. I felt it is time to reflect on the positives.
The CGA is a given so nothing I can really say about that. The positive that I take is that it was diagnosed eventually, the treatment whilst taxing is successful at suppressing the symptoms and I have faith and trust in those both treating me and supporting me holistically. No sight loss, feel positive and looking towards every day.
Some days I have terrible side effects from my steroids, the cramps being the latest manifestation , particular my hands and feet. Allowing for that, for some reason tonic water helps me; an old trick which is probably placebo based, but it works for me, plus unlike some members here, I am retired, financially secure and have nothing of the worries they have. Not being smug, just being thankful.
My diet has changed markedly, particularly excluding carbohydrates to a more sensible level, however today I enjoyed a breakfast which my Polish father would have enjoyed with relish. Just no fresh bread.
Today, despite a poor night sleep wise, my wife and I enjoyed a nice walk in the sunshine with our dog in glorious countryside adjacent to our home. It wasn’t very far, but it is the third such walk in succession and I sense Ollie the collie has suffered a little as one of his pack has been absent. A big improvement on 4 weeks ago.
I have gone on and on about exercise since joining this group. Today I take delivery of an exercise bike. It is likely to get used initially for 5-10 minutes a day; If at all and a setting which will be at its lowest. Must be careful not to be like the proverbial bull, but progress nonetheless.
Finally, particularly as this is a Sunday and I am mindful that this is rapidly becoming a sermon. At the height of my acute episode, sat alone at night in pain, wondering how bad my now obviously not sinusitis could get. I find myself diagnosed, pain free (mainly) bad days which I get over and I know will not go on and perhaps more importantly I don’t feel alone; far from it.
Looking at this disease from my perspective and at this moment in time. Life isn’t too bad.
In the name of.........