The complicated world of illness
Oct. 26th, 2022 07:42 pmI was having intense, somewhat scary ear pain, so I went to see a doc yesterday. She was someone I haven't seen before, but same department-- they fit me in, in other words. She was very good and weirdly easy to talk to (I don't often find new people easy to talk to).
No apparent infection. She thought this is RA inflammation in my jaw and prescribed steroids. Indeed my jaw is frequently (always?) painful but worse lately.
I took them yesterday afternoon and felt better pretty quickly. Of course steroids have their own side effects; I was up all night which is not exactly unusual for me but the steroids probably contributed. While talking to her I realized that I feel like my rheumatologist doesn't take me seriously; he seems to think I'm fine when in reality I am not. So my plan is to push a bit harder when I see him.
My mom also said something that stuck with me. She was talking about my dad having dementia, and that he probably has had it for longer than we realized, because "very intelligent people know how to cover it up." I was like, oh, I do that. I cover up my symptoms without even realizing it, sometimes. This isn't always bad-- one finds creative work-arounds for problems. One finds coping mechanisms. But then it isn't always apparent to others that there even is a problem.
With my dad, it was often subtle things that you can kind of brush off or make excuses for. And it's not like you can do much for dementia anyways but it's nice to let people in and let them know you are struggling so they can try to accommodate you and offer emotional support. I'm definitely my dad's child, this sort of thing is not easy for me.
No apparent infection. She thought this is RA inflammation in my jaw and prescribed steroids. Indeed my jaw is frequently (always?) painful but worse lately.
I took them yesterday afternoon and felt better pretty quickly. Of course steroids have their own side effects; I was up all night which is not exactly unusual for me but the steroids probably contributed. While talking to her I realized that I feel like my rheumatologist doesn't take me seriously; he seems to think I'm fine when in reality I am not. So my plan is to push a bit harder when I see him.
My mom also said something that stuck with me. She was talking about my dad having dementia, and that he probably has had it for longer than we realized, because "very intelligent people know how to cover it up." I was like, oh, I do that. I cover up my symptoms without even realizing it, sometimes. This isn't always bad-- one finds creative work-arounds for problems. One finds coping mechanisms. But then it isn't always apparent to others that there even is a problem.
With my dad, it was often subtle things that you can kind of brush off or make excuses for. And it's not like you can do much for dementia anyways but it's nice to let people in and let them know you are struggling so they can try to accommodate you and offer emotional support. I'm definitely my dad's child, this sort of thing is not easy for me.