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Tuesday

Published September 20, 2021 by helentastic67

Tuesday

Had a crazy Tuesday this week. Now it’s Friday and I’m sitting at my fave café for what has become my new normal day here to lunch and write. It’s the Covid normal.

In my early days of diagnosis, I felt the need to explain my life was less Brain Injury and more normal and my first specialist explained I was a high functioning ABI.

So, Tuesday was a bit more crazy than usual. This is probably a good example of me being high functioning. Keep in mind, Helen is not a morning person.

9:15am – Usual carer arrives for Personal Care. She does all her chores and I do mine.

I make breakfast and sit to eat. (Slam down my entrée of pills)

Turn my phone on. It starts, the bells and whistles, texts and calls and messages. I don’t know why I need to go off grid on the weekend.

I call and negotiate with my young John to get me to my first of two appointments. He can squeeze me in.

11.45am – I’m meeting my Neuro Physio. He sits on the floor trying to stretch out my left calf and front ligaments.

I have been diagnosed with a clunky ankle. It’s an official medical term. It’s causing and adding to my knee replacement one day. It’s already nice and crunchy! (My knee)

So, he’s doing him. I’m doing me. I’m checking texts, sending texts, then I’m required to stand favoring my left side and sit, twist my upper body towards my left to help my leg and foot do leg and foot. 

To be clear, all this teases my brain. It’s not super fun, because my right-side brain is saying “you want to do what? Get firetrucked!” (Trying not to swear!).

And I’m dealing with one of my two agencies to fill a shift, the following day on the Wednesday.

It’s a 6-hour shift where I get escorted out, I do the things, we have lunch either out or at home and I set them chores while I scooter out to other appointments, they don’t need to take me to. It’s also when I fit other things in where I need muscles and things that I can do by myself or on P.T.

It’s a 6-hour shift. The texts from my agency go back and forth. Eventually, I’m offered 3 hours which I later describe as like putting a band aid on a bullet wound. It’s a great image, isn’t it?

I was responding that I could offer their shift to my other agency, as in the whole shift 6 hours. What pretty band aids on either side of that 3 hour. I need the whole 6 hours.

I mention via text, I’m in the middle of something and I need to be present in my appointments, but then I get a rather long shitty text stating they had spent 4 hours messaging other carers and clients to find me someone. It sounds like they think I’m ungrateful. The grumpy text ends with an apology for the text. I am now getting busy – this is eight days after I started.

Hopefully I can do it justice. But otherwise, could be, I didn’t get to read her whole message. I got the gist and immediately texted my other agency and if the person was not in the office, I rang them directly. 

When I rang, I could even interpret the pause and inner office convo that happened in the background. A carer they have been wanting to send me for some time, they were just waiting on an NDIS checklist.

I confess it’s been two weeks since that fateful day. So, while this may not flow seamlessly from the previous post, I hope you can keep up?

So, I text the agency who is choosing to do their job the hard way, that in the middle of two appointments I need to be actively present at. I’ll get back to them.

It does already look like I’m covering the following days shift myself another way. I flick a text to my other agency. In case that staff member wasn’t in the office that day, I quickly call.

“What’s that?” I’m on the phone while my Occupational Therapist, (OT) who I’m just meeting for the first time is with me. “No, I told her she could absolutely go pee.” Respectfully, that makes us friends for life.

I call the agency and I can tell exactly the conversation that’s happening in their office.

“Oh, send X, Y, Z!”

“Is that Helen? Just fill that shift!”

There is no better motivation than me missing a specialist appointment because their afterhours staff member fucked up my Monday morning. My Botox appointment was rescheduled for two months further away. Botox keeps my left toes from curling (I know. What?). Yes! Botox in my leg.

Anyway, yes. The NDIA survey has been completed and X, Y, Z can cover my Wednesday shifts until my other agency can cover it again.

After my OT appointment, I head out and call my Heidelberg taxi driver. Young John is best at this time and so is Sean! 

I hoof it to my far local pide dealer. Pide is not code for anything. It’s just where I get my vegie pide from. Another taxi driver has arranged that I can wait around the corner to make life easier. 

On the drive home (10-15 mins) I text the first agency. I confess I was pretty grumpy earlier and wished to call my support coordinator to growl at the agency because I just didn’t have the bandwidth to give the polite diplomatic response.

Yet, I messaged something along the lines of, ‘I appreciate how hard it is to fill shifts when my regulars are away or don’t have a weekend. Then something that I genuinely did appreciate her efforts. Despite that, rather than ring me first to ask if she could wriggle things so she could cover three of the six hours of my shift. Would it be enough?

Sometimes it is but this particular day, I had placed other things in around and in between the appointments that required wheels and muscle.

I did all of this with a migraine.

So, that shift was moved for a month or so to another agency. 

The following Tuesday I received a message asking if I expected them to cover my Wednesday. I had to remind them I’d moved it temporarily. This is what happens when someone tries to cover a bullet wound with a band aid.

Botox

Published March 29, 2021 by helentastic67

Botox, the Bottom Line

So here we are again, so are the days of our lives!

I’m off for my 4-6 weekly pilgrimage to my GP. He is often/usually/generally/ always my first point of call for getting stuff I need (handy hint!).

Today I’m going to be asking him to help me advocate for me to get more Botox in my leg. I know it all sounds great to put it in your face, however I think it’s a waste of money for 30-somethings to spend, in order to age slowly.

Young people! If this is you? We all age the same, we all go in the ground eventually and Botox is the most toxic thing you can put in your body. I’m just saying, don’t do it for vanity. It’s better for people who need it for medical reasons armpits, legs, arms, etc.

Now, you may imagine Helen seems to have it together when she needs stuff and she has a voice and words, so why do I need my GP for this?

Well firstly, when people want you for a trial that can give them research money and good results (Pick Helen!!). When the research is done, why didn’t you give what you promised? The hinged AFO the appropriate shoes and the overall result being not to need a knee replacement one day.

That is the bottom line for me needing Botox in my left leg. They tell me I don’t need Botox, they even tell me since I now have the correct AFO and shoes.

Yeah! Thank you NDIS (not)!

And I don’t let them forget it! They double down and tell me I don’t get sock fluff build up inside my AFO, so I mustn’t need Botox. Then they even mention I haven’t had it since 2017. Therefore, I really mustn’t need it.

Today’s Lunch – 6th March 2019

Published March 6, 2019 by helentastic67

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Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Um, where has this year gone? Seriously! It’s already March! Or maybe I mean it’s March already?
I mean in disability circles, January is a complete write-off.
But MARCH!

March already

And I’ve got new shoes! Go ME! Well, it’s a team effort. But……

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So, it will be a day of new shoes followed by a day of old shoes and a migraine probably every single day. I’m also getting Botox tomorrow in my leg. So, that’s not at all sexy……

Moving right along

Moving right along!

Today’s lunch! The (cannot remember the fancy name) pork schnitzel with mustard & lettuce salad (healthy!) and my medicine.

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Latte

Cheers

H

Hot off the Press – 6th November 2017

Published November 7, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

Why! Why! Why! Do I bother?

So, I realise in hindsight last week’s Hot post was very busy. And I guess it was accurate to my week and my weeks often are very busy. At the moment it seems there is no way to reduce the busy……….but I shall try.
Monday, head hurt. Saw my shrink. Had medicine. And lunch out.

Pork Rice Paper Rolls

Dealing with lowering my expectation of how much family will assist me to reduce my belongings. I will be downsizing, slightly and while I still have things I intended selling five years ago when I moved here, I have not realised the assistance I need so I can sell them. I have issues with expressing to family that I’ve lost so much already, I don’t want to just give away everything else. I thought at this point in life I would be married and have kids, (well, at least have that picture of a family in my existence) and it’s now less likely and far more challenging to foresee that image in my life. So, while stuff are just things, it’s harder to part with. Look! See how impossible it is? (to write a shorter post on a Monday?) I cannot shorten my life……….

Moving

Tuesday, despite the roadworks happening outside my front door! I had a massage at home. (You can’t make this crap up, seriously!) Went to my rehab specialist and a belated birthday gift! I got BOTOX! I my calf!

Botox

Sounds weird, right?

And it’s not even to take out the wrinkles? No. To help soften and stretch my calf muscles and stop my hyper extension and hopefully save me from needing a knee replacement in later life. Yeah, lazy day. Still knackered. Next!

More roadworks again Wednesday! God help me! I bet I move and then the long promised and long-awaited speed humps get installed down this street! I have a few hoons that like to Fang it down the street even though not far is a roundabout………

Roadworks

Normal Punchy/stubby Wednesday. Hope you saw my foodie post?

After a delay, I signed my lease today for my new home……and despite the law that will be soon to come in I am not allowed to get a cat YET! And no, I don’t know when I can. Bit grumpy.
Back to my old neighbourhood for a late birthday lunch with a friend Susanne… Here are some photos of the Red door corner store.

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Did my first visit to the bottle shop for some boxes. I like to make jokes about buying unopened boxes of brandy or such, drinking it all then recycling when I move but again, not a drinker. Made some calls to get the funding side of moving organised including an 8AM start with a carer next week and a day out with a carer to get stuff done. Keep smelling something weird today…….wondering if I’m having a stroke? I keep smelling pot (as in Mary Jane) again, I have never smoked it however my fav housemate used to…. Guess that’s why he was so chilled out, right?

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Friday! Meant to get some serious laundry done for the next week, sine I will soon be living without a close. Line? WTF! (Sorry, I know some of you are not fans of potty mouths) I just don’t get how I’m going to get queen sized sheets dry living in an apartment with a tiny, tiny balcony. Didn’t get much done at all today for the big move! Booked my trucks…….my little red Trucks. They have moved me the last two times. Ending the week feeling like I’m getting a cold or something. I don’t like it.

Happy Off-grid Saturday. Put on a Toppy film while I started packing some lighter things.
Sunday, more packing, but lazy day until the evening when I Again did something unusual…..I went OUT!

I seldom go out in the evenings anymore. Going to see a band a rarity. But last night I went to see a Melbourne band from the 90’s called Snog! (No, really) Let me just say they are heavily sample-based and once you hear a few of their lyrics you will not forget.

Dave Thrussel came out onstage wearing a gold suit and a seriously hideous Donald Trump mask. The woman had come out on stage wearing frog masks and the dude at the back was wearing a gimp mask! (We were all later accused of being guilty at taking a glance at his crotch) I promise, I didn’t, because I couldn’t really see that far. The Trump mask made much more sense when he started with one of our favourites………Corporate Slave…….(Alpha 66 Remix)

They also have another great track called Shop!……..

Keep in mind they will seem very dated. Online content has come a long way……..Snog is a very interesting listen. Enjoy.

Had a fun time getting to an accessible toilet at intermission. Really should have gone with my first instinct and followed the guy in the wheelchair. Crossed the venue twice following false information, before correctly being directed to the lift and upstairs. Yes! The guy in the Wheels had beaten us! As he should have. Ran into one of my club buddies from back in the day, D5 (there were too many Dave’s to keep track of so I numbered them!) he tapped me on the left shoulder…..I really must tell him I don’t feel much on that side. Ironically, he said it was great to see me out and about…….(I’m out and about most days, it’s the nights I just don’t often do anymore)

Afterwards we went to Coles where I argued with the self-serve checkout. (Don’t be so impatient!) where I bought juice. So, Rockstar! Arrived home just after midnight. My Renegade Tri Jacket got a compliment also and I was asked if people offer to buy it? (Never going to part with it) It’s one of those rare items from my clubbing/Street-wear days I can still wear. I just save it for the rare but good times. I think the highlight for me were being in a small band venue with a sound system that made the floor vibrate and sound like it could strip the paint off the walls. I miss those days and if only my pedometer on my smart phone could count wriggles……that’s my dance style these days. Ok, I gotta finish this at some point so it can go live. At least on the day it is intended. My bad, I’ve been busy…….please forgive. Stay tuned for next week.

Pedometer
Cheers,
H

Great week

Hot off the Press – 21st August 2017

Published August 21, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

This week comes with an explanation, I guess. I write this post throughout the week and save it in my drafts folder in my email so I cannot miss stuff. Each day seems to bring lots of little details that are important and shouldn’t be neglected! So, enjoy.

Monday, had intended to go to the city and see a friend’s art instillation of handstands in the Arts Centre. A woman with a brain injury who is an artist and she does screen printing and a series of stickers of her doing handstands. She does her handstands to relieve stress and pain from her injuries. Having her work on display in the Arts Centre in Melbourne is an achievement in itself.
I have been trying to go see it for a month or more now and I don’t want to miss it. I try to get to all her exhibitions………..but I prefer company.

Art Centre

I had put out for a carer to accompany me so I could also pick up some things in the city and have my carer carry them. My disc bulge I had surgery to in 2011 has been giving me some warning that I should avoid lifting heavy things, or light things for that matter.

One of my agencies was more concerned I would injure my carer by carrying something heavy. I don’t know what she thought I had been intending to buy. I wasn’t planning on buying bricks or anything……… They couldn’t find a carer, so I changed my mind and had a lazy day off. So much for the NDIS being Life Changing!

Tuesday! Went to the city and participated in an art project. Creating something for a projection to happen down in Warrnambool. I won’t be going but Hellonwheels will make an appearance. Yes, yes. I’ll share footage when that happens!

Warrnambool

If I were to go, watching bright flickering lights while at night would be the kind of migraine inducing thing that would not just stay at the normal level of pain I can just deal with. I don’t want to be that girl who comes home from an adventure via a hospital.

Did some walking and collected 2 of the 3 things I had needed the pack-mule for. I had to collect my 3-monthly supply of comics. Thankfully only 8 making me think I might catch up soon? What will I read then? The comics were the lightest item I was carrying.

Pack mule

Tram home and then a lengthy walk. I arrived to visit the builders down the street and called quits. Matt gave my bag a lift home and I continued much lighter still trying to get some steps on the pedometer on my phone, managed 3,500+. Not bad, right? Except, I’ve a nasty callus on the side of my left foot. I suspect caused by not having the right shoes for this AFO and being fitted by a specialist in medically approved shoes. Have I mentioned I mostly can’t feel my left foot until I hurts?
Yeah, and I wear thick socks around the house as I scuff slippers. And it hurt to walk on any surface except carpet!

Yeah, and I repeat. Not Life Changing NDIS!

Really hoping I can get a carer to get me to my Botox specialist appointment on Friday! The Botox, the hinged AFO and shoes is all related. I’m hoping my mum doesn’t need to drive a 7-hour round trip just to take me!

Botox

By the end of this post you will know the answer to that! Finally, Tuesday. Like that isn’t enough, tore a fingernail into flesh, on my left hand. You might not recall, I can’t feel my left fingers until they hurt also? I can’t cut my own nails and I’m not allowed to have my carers do it for me. I definitely can’t afford to pay someone. Yet, I can’t not! It’s never ending!

Another Wednesday arrives and while very windy I was able to scooter and leave hellonwheels on the High Street near my usual final appointment of the day. I definitely couldn’t have made much of a dent on the pedometer. Left foot is rather painful right now. Maybe I’ll finally seem like someone should fund my new shoes!

It’s ridiculous that because it seems I’m doing everything for myself and doing OK so it seems that it’s considered sustainable and therefore don’t need help. So many things hurt tonight.
Possibly not helped by the lack of Osteo, Mio/Remedial of acupuncture the last few weeks.
Have really made excuses to not go out as much because Young John is away and I rely on him so much to get me places. (he has sent me pictures of plates of figs and such, so he’s obviously suffered greatly)

And the heavy lifting I’ve found myself doing today. I rearranged some unread comics this evening and discovered I’ve been reading them out of order. Who knew there was an order? Going to have to purchase a second storage box next time I’m at the comic shop. Can’t believe I’ve become that nerdy girl who sorts her comics. Not a terrible awful thing just don’t know how this came about.

Organise

Midnight Wednesday night. OK, officially Thursday morning got the message loud and clear. No! More! Technology! It was all not working for me in one way or another.
I quit!

Thursday, blessed Thursday. No appointments today! Luckily, it allowed me another afternoon Kip! I seem to get my best sleep in the afternoon and then after I’m up, I feel I’m good to go for another good 20 minutes…..(just kidding) still not getting through the constant build-up on my couch that’s eternal.

Mum arrived nice and early around 9.30pm, for a fun-filled 24-36 hours.

Friday! Completely smashed it! Had my Botox follow-up with the specialist. Was last injected St Valentine’s Day, best St V’s gift ever, despite it being in my calf muscle. They think I’m ready for the catwalk. (Kidding)

Then, as we had time before my next appointment we had a hit and run visit to the Swedish warehouse. Ironic that that particular post went live on the same day!

Stocked up on some tea light candles. And rescued a few plants, as I do every time. Hot footed it to my orthotist about the nice callus that has been giving me grief. Steven informed me I have been his first client to get my AFO funded and paid for by the NDIS! (The portal that you must navigate is monumentally difficult to understand what it requires of you or if the funds have been allocated and approved: Sounds awfully like they didn’t do a very good job and don’t want to spend the money!)
Hint: Steven rang at 10pm and must have gotten a staff member who couldn’t wait to finish for the night, so told him exactly what he needed to do so he could get paid and the guy could go home. Apparently, the call centre is open until 10pm.

Steven stretched out the side of the AFO so no more callus.

Drove back home from Richmond (not me, mum) and arrived in time to inhale lunch as my carer arrived to do my homecare and take me shopping. Ben managed to get the missing filter for my coffee percolator. Mum and her coffee needs are now sorted to her standards for the future. She left within 24 hours of her arriving in her little racing car. My mum makes an amazingly simple meal when she is here and I got to enjoy it late. Chilli’s and chips with a fried piece of white fish and thyme with a fried egg.
Pedometer tells me the day totalled 4,800+. Imagine what I could do every day if I had NDIA funded medically approved extra depth shoes that cost more than a week’s rent?

Now for the never-ending battle of clearing my couch and being off-grid for Saturday at least! Starting now at 11.59pm!

Saturday dawned with the realisation that GOT season 7 was finishing on Sunday night and it meant I had to binge the whole of the first 6 episodes before Sunday night.

Game of Thrones

So single girl date night again meant TV and not a film and still unable to completely be off-grid.
Sunday, looking at my couch and it’s looking much better. No! You can’t see a picture.
Also, 5 comics were read this week. So happy days here!

Also considering to add another tally to mention each week. How many people ask me in the average week: What have you done to your arm? Seriously, if I had a dollar!

If I had a dollar

It’s, already Monday morning, try early and still not interested in going to bed.
Already considering the many things I have to do tomorrow. Might just smash out a few emails now to make a start…….
1.30am……..
Have a great week!
Cheers,
H

Have a great week

Slave

Published November 25, 2016 by helentastic67

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Slave

That old line “You get what you pay for!” Trust me! This is not going where you think it is…….

A few years ago, I had Botox in my calf. Seems a waste of good Botox, I know because no one cares if my calf looks ‘younger’ or not! But it was in fact to help me walk better.

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The overall theory was so it would relax certain muscles in my foot so I could walk properly and stop the hyper-extension in my knee, so years from now I won’t require a knee replacement.

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In this country, they like to wait until you are “10 years from death” before they give you one. Knee replacements only last 10 years, but how do you know when death will actually occur?

I know, I can’t afford to live past 5pm today however, in this lifetime I’m yet to achieve what I think I’m here to achieve. I don’t yet know what that is, but I’d like to want to hang around to give it a red hot go!

Anyway, as per usual, I digress!

Because I’m a slave to the Public Medical system, because I’m lucky to be articulate and apparently ‘respond’ well to treatments. I am often asked to participate in trials, studies, have students sit in on appointments, the list goes on, believe me!

public-health

So, I was part of a trial over a year ago.

The outcome for the trial was to get Botox on the PBS for all lower limbs, for stroke, MS (whatever) Botox is wasted in faces and more useful in arms, armpits, calves etc.

Digress again.

So, Botox in calf muscles and into hospital! Rehab and the food and isolation is the same!

I may have neglected to mention somewhere that I have this totally awesome thing called a “Drop-foot” (it’s not a cool thing at all)

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It’s common for people who have had a stroke! I can’t lift my toes when I walk, it means I drag my toes when I walk, I scuff them.

Botox, relaxes muscles in certain areas. I had my first plaster cast (ever) at age 42 and I didn’t even have anything broken.

And the idea was my calf and foot were forced into a position to better deal with an AFO (Ankle, foot orthotic) that would help my walking and stop the hyper-extension.

But it wasn’t just ‘A’ cast it was ‘A’ cast for a week, then a second cast for the second week! To say, I don’t cope well in hospital is an understatement!

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They told me if I could keep the cast dry and wouldn’t be at risk of falling over I could go home, but even though at great cost to me, I was catching taxis to my appointments, several days a week. I was stressed and suffering migraines most days and they wouldn’t even give me sufficient medication when I had actually supplied my own! (Dr prescribed) medication.

It’s a form of bullying but don’t get me started. They would turn up (Nurses) with a little white pill and I would ask ‘is it Endone? That will do nothing, but it was all I was allowed to have. So ‘Fine!’ Give it! See you in 30 minutes!’ And I just stopped asking!

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So, there was no internet in my hospital! Or there was, but it was so slow, I attempted to post something to Facebook because according to 1st world problems law that’s what you do.

‘Wah! Poor me! I’m in hospital! Getting something fixed that was working perfectly well until I was a dickhead! And now even though my condition is 100% fixable, I want SYMPATHY!!!

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Sorry for the rant! But this is based on actual events! They were in the same hospital at the same time, but I neglected to visit!

Do I sound bitter? Not sorry!

They promised me an AFO and shoes the day I left the hospital. They cast my leg the day I left the hospital for the AFO which was to be custom made.

I didn’t get it until a few weeks later. The day I left the hospital, my mum bought me shoes! Because, they told me I had to have been released a month before they could apply for the funding for the shoes!

After wearing the wrong shoes for about 6 months, nearly rolling my ankle and blisters on my foot, I had to protect with self-funded Band-Aids (thanks mum – again)

Side bar! Why blisters are bad 101!

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Blisters can lead to ulcers, which can lead to open wounds. As I can’t really feel my left foot, until things really hurt, but by then it’s too late. Do I need to explain this further?

Let’s move on.

So, get the shoes eventually, 6 months later. That was quick because I finished the process with regular calls to Sweppe (The funding body) and the Orthotists at the hospital to nudge things along. And rather than me being able to go to the medical shoe specialist as I had asked the funding again went to the hospital and I ended up with Dr Comfort shoes. They sound like Grandma Shoes don’t they?

Well, No. 1 they still didn’t do what they were meant to!!!

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After only 3 months of these non-medical shoes I went to see my private orthotist and he looked at the AFO that the hospital had made for me and he stated he wouldn’t have made it like that! And that it had not fixed the Hyper-Extension. Super!

A short time after this, my Sweppe-funded shoes died some. They wouldn’t fund another pair for 12 months. Growl! And my mum drove me across town to a Medical shoe shop and had me fitted for another pair of shoes. I was told these shoes would last years and even if they needed some work they would last forever. Again, upon seeing my AFO, she stated she had “never seen one like that”

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Again, no comfort what-so-ever. My mum funded those shoes. $310.00 be a use I otherwise wouldn’t have any shoes and would be house bound. Pass! I later had my case management organisation refund her……..but it took time.

They are the most expensive shoes I think I’ve ever owned! Young Janus describes them as prison warden shoes. I really miss my Adidas Gazelles. They were the last of my personality and ability to wear my Street-Wear and show something of my personality pre-disability.

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And yet, this story is far from over!

Next!

 

Neuro – Part 2

Published November 18, 2016 by helentastic67

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Neuro – Part 2

Oh, and it’s happened more times than I can count that there was a ‘student’ in the room.

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So even though I could easily quickly depart, I usually turn to them and point out all the things they might not have picked up on.

I will lift up my pants leg and show them the AFO (Ankle Foot Orthotic)

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I describe where I’ve had Botox injected in both my calf and my arm and I tease open my hand and perform my party trick.

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Anyway, the goal of having that Neuro appointment and everything and be there on time. I wanted an MRI (Magnetic Resonating Imagery) for my left temple.

I had, had a fall although years ago, it had not been attended to back then. I had smashed my head against a wall. (Not on purpose) and at the time the shoulder had taken precedence.

I wanted my migraines investigated. As I imagined A & B to be related?

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And lastly, I threw the problem out of my pins and needles in my good hand!

Left, results.

No MRI – that query was ignored despite the suggestion that I had probably suffered a concussion of some sort.

The migraines? Drugs! I have filled the script but being dumbed down and feeling hung over every day is not my idea of a solution.

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And the 3rd issue? CARPEL TUNNEL!

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That’s just all I need!

Neuro

Published November 14, 2016 by helentastic67

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Neuro!

Part 1

I’m seeing a Neuro (as in Neurologist or Surgeon) tomorrow at a Stroke Clinic at the Alfred Hospital.

I haven’t been to a specialist for maybe 5 years, since having been given the ‘all-clear’.

But I’m thinking how to cover the things he might need to hear to get some ‘Action’!

Might start with a stocktake of the last 7 days and how many of those days were migraine free:

Let’s see              Monday – Migraine

Tuesday – Hangover from said migraine

Wednesday – Hung-over still

Thursday – Slept until 2pm!

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And that was while a chainsaw was going on next door and when that stopped they went on to the wood chipper!

Had I prepared to leave the house I would have fed that operator into the wood chipper!

Friday – OK, I think

Saturday – bit of a niggle behind my eye.

Sunday – again!

So total migraine free days – 1

Part 2

Well, that all turned out to be a bit of a bust! Keeping in mind consistency is the key.

Public clinic’s (Specialist ones run within the hospitals) you need to request to have the same specialist each time. I even go to the point of calling the day before to confirm I get to see the same guy who has always seen me.

And despite all my efforts, which include a mention to reception on the way in, I end up in a small consulting room with someone who looks younger than me!

I know, I know! I’m not saying only see a Neurologist if they are old and grey! But I don’t know, I think I want them to be older than I am.

Oh yeah. And there always seems to be a student in the room. Because I always feel compelled to explain all the things that have been discussed. Ie. What Botox is good for, not just faces…..having had Botox in my arm twice and my calf twice also.

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Botox

Published September 23, 2016 by helentastic67

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Botox

I’ve had Botox! Four times for free! Ask me how!

Okay, this is how I like to break the news to people because the only thing people have heard of Botox being used for, is to pump in the lines on their faces to get rid of the wrinkles.

But people get it for other things.

They might get it injected into their scalp, armpits or even a woman’s bladder. http://www.webmd.com/urinary-incontinence-oab/news/20150515/botox-overactive-bladder

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The bladder, I’ve not heard much about, but the first two I hear it helps with perspiration problems.

Keep in mind, in no way, shape or form am I doing a sales pitch for Botox (botulinum Toxin)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botulinum_toxin

Hear me when I say this; it is the MOST TOXIC THING YOU CAN PUT IN YOUR BODY.

But anyway, I haven’t been lucky enough to want/need it for vanities sake!

I’ve had it out of necessities sake.

Twice in my arm and twice in my calf for what’s called Spasticity!

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People who suffer ‘stroke’ or ‘stroke like symptoms’ like myself will have an arm that won’t relax and straighten. In extreme cases, some people will have a hand that will not open.

Imagine what happens if you can’t wash or dry your hand. It can lead to other problems, like a stroke is not enough. Broken skin conditions don’t help.

They are very careful with where and how to inject exactly the right muscle for the best effect…

In the correct muscle in the arm, it relaxes other muscles lower down in the arm and ideally the hand. It’s ideal to have a good STRETCH OF THE hand to be able to work on the hand.

It’s every important to do a lot of OT at this time to maximise the benefits of the Botox.

Because after 3-4 months the Botox wears off and hopefully when the muscles that were ‘relaxed’ by the Botox wake-up there is a better balance between those muscles and the ones exercise have been working on.

You generally don’t have Botox all the time because you can build up an immunity to it.

I always like to use the example that one day all those faces in Hollywood will simultaneously drop. Sad face?

I might do a You tube demo to show what Botox in the calf is for…………………………….

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First World Problem

Published September 19, 2016 by helentastic67

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First World Problems

You ask anyone with a disability what they encounter on a day to day basis, they will take most things in their stride after a while.

Early last year, someone I knew was banging-on Social Media about having some elective surgery to a sports injury (OK, elective is debatable).

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But, he had surgery, a short stint in hospital, then inpatient rehab for a few weeks, then home to continue rehab as an out-patient with a boot, what-not.

Where normal life of work, study, family would continue pretty close to normal.

Really, what annoyed me about this was he really wanted sympathy and I didn’t have it for him because at the same time I was upstairs in the same rehab facility.

And in my room of 4 beds, I was the Neuro (Neurology) patient in the room. And I was there because I’d had Botox in my calf and my leg put in a cast!

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Have you ever heard of such a thing?

And no, Botox. Not just for young and old to make them look younger!

I will explain Botox in my next post.

Guess, I’m writing that one now too!

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