{"id":3188,"date":"2013-10-03T19:37:15","date_gmt":"2013-10-04T02:37:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/?p=3188"},"modified":"2013-10-03T19:37:27","modified_gmt":"2013-10-04T02:37:27","slug":"awareness-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=3188","title":{"rendered":"Awareness Month"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/wp-content\/uploads\/DysautonomiaAwareness.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-3189\" alt=\"DysautonomiaAwareness\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/wp-content\/uploads\/DysautonomiaAwareness-300x277.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"277\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/DysautonomiaAwareness-300x277.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/DysautonomiaAwareness.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>October is Global Awareness Month for <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Dysautonomia\" target=\"_blank\">Dysautonomia<\/a>.\u00a0 So I&#8217;m taking this opportunity to remind myself that I have POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome), which is a form of dysautonomia.\u00a0 Anyone who knows me, already knows of course about my chronic illness because I blog, bitch, debate, beseech and then rinse and repeat.\u00a0 I have a life limiting illness.\u00a0 There&#8217;s probably a genetic component.\u00a0 Its real.\u00a0 And still &#8230; sometimes, I forget.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t forget because I&#8217;m feeling great and can&#8217;t remember that I have a life limiting illness.\u00a0 I forget and wonder to myself WHY do I feel so awful?\u00a0 Isn&#8217;t that odd?\u00a0 I have <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Postural_orthostatic_tachycardia_syndrome\" target=\"_blank\">POTS<\/a>, among other autoimmune disorders, which create a wide range of symptoms for the body and the mind&#8230; and yet .. I still sometimes WONDER .. why it is that I don&#8217;t have the energy to take a shower, fix something to eat or even sit up and type on my computer.<\/p>\n<p>My son, the stand up comedian (who sometimes has problems standing up himself) came to find me this morning after he woke up.\u00a0 After searching the usual hangouts (my recliner or the loo) he wandered outside and saw that I was curled up like a ball on what would be a yoga mat, if it wasn&#8217;t a cheap bench cushion.\u00a0 My head was down, a hot pack was draped over my shoulders, and the dog was standing guard on my side.\u00a0 &#8220;Morning Mom, how&#8217;s it going?&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 Best I can remember, I made some soft guttural sound.\u00a0 To which he replied &#8220;Well you have POTS.&#8221;\u00a0 And I do.\u00a0 And he understands.\u00a0 Because he&#8217;s my son.\u00a0 And because <b><i>his<\/i><\/b> heart rate goes up 40-50 beats a minute too when he stands.\u00a0 He knows what its like to feel like crap.\u00a0 The heat intolerance, the nausea, the pain.\u00a0 The wide range of insane symptoms that can sometimes come on like a flash flood or linger relentlessly for hours.<\/p>\n<p>Odds are from what we&#8217;ve learned about POTS and read about connective tissue disorders, our case is probably hereditary which means my mother&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Fibromyalgia\" target=\"_blank\">fibromyalgia<\/a> is likely some form of <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ehlers%E2%80%93Danlos_syndrome\" target=\"_blank\"><b>Ehlers\u2013Danlos syndrome<\/b> (<b>EDS<\/b>).<\/a> And with all these leaves on my family tree, I can still FORGET and wonder why it is that I feel so sick?\u00a0 That boggles my mind.\u00a0 But in truth I think it has to do with the ebb and flow of the symptoms.\u00a0 I always want to apply the scientific method and try and determine .. what I did, how I did it, and how can I avoid one of the BIG crashes in the future.\u00a0 But in truth, I can&#8217;t.\u00a0 Some days I just wake up feeling like I&#8217;ve been hit by a bus.\u00a0 And at other times, I get an hour or two of <i>ease<\/i> before the <i>dis<\/i> sets in.\u00a0\u00a0 My kids ask me why I stay up sometimes well past midnight and I tell them .. that I had a &#8220;window&#8221; when I felt better.\u00a0 And I wanted to enjoy it.\u00a0 Because I knew that in the morning it would be <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Groundhog_Day_%28film%29\" target=\"_blank\">ground hog day <\/a>again.<\/p>\n<p>If even <i><b>I<\/b><\/i> can forget the nature of my illness, you can imagine what my new neighbors think about the misfit family at the end of the street.\u00a0 Some days I use my cane, not that my hips hurt, well actually my hips DO hurt but that&#8217;s not why I use a cane, its more for stability, something to counter lever against and tighten my muscles to help the blood come back up from my pooling legs.\u00a0 Some days I use my wheelchair.\u00a0 And I really hope one day I can get an electric wheelchair so that I can &#8220;walk&#8221; farther up the street.\u00a0 The other day one of the neighbors saw me without my cane and said .. &#8220;Oh, you must be doing better!&#8221;\u00a0 Actually I was picking some figs in the side yard and didn&#8217;t have enough hands for my cane.\u00a0 I smiled and did my best to give the 20 second explanation of a disease that took my doctors 20 years to diagnose.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s something lovely about a zen chick discussing awareness, is there not?\u00a0 Dysfunctional awareness at that.\u00a0 Non-abiding awareness, where I slip every now and zen and forget why it is that I am sick.\u00a0 Non-abiding awareness.\u00a0 When we know our true nature but still at times we find ourselves lost in the embodiment of our physical circumstances.\u00a0 And of course, when we do slip is it not wonderful to have family and friends near by who can hit us with a stick (or a cane) and shout YOU HAVE POTS!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>October is Global Awareness Month for Dysautonomia.\u00a0 So I&#8217;m taking this opportunity to remind myself<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3188","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dharma"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3188","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3188"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3188\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3192,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3188\/revisions\/3192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3188"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3188"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3188"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}