Adaptation Underway

I decided not to wait until Wednesday. I wrote to Dr. Shoja and asked to see her asap. My next appointment is in just less than a month from now. And I’ve asked to see her twice a month for a while, while I go through the adaption phase. And I wrote to all my friends on the island to tell them what’s happened so that they know when next they see me.

I also told them something everyone who knows me needs to know. This is part of what I wrote to them: “And while I’m talking to you about my situation, please allow me to tell you one more thing. Please don’t tell me to relax or to breath or to take a deep breath, as kind, generous and caring people do. I have been living with my condition for ten years and I am in the care of the most wonderful psychiatrist who is experienced with people with my condition and with people who have a speech impairment. I know what to do when I seize. When people tell me what to do, I feel insulted that they think I don’t know, and I feel slight anger that they think they know what I should do better than me. It doesn’t help me to tell me to breath. I hope you understand what I am saying.”

Think of it: People who have never had a seizure telling me, who’s had hundreds of seizures, what to do. I know that they are well intentioned, so I have never said anything, but it has become time for me to speak up.

Yesterday morning, it felt good to light the fire. The warmth is so comforting, and it felt good to be functioning normally. Losting my speech has made me feel out of sync, so doing ‘normal’ things feels good. Before I showered or ate breakfast, I loaded up my phone with some text messages that will be very handy as I start interacting with the world. One gives my name and contact information, another explains that I am non-verbal, and the third opens with an explanation that I am non-verbal and then asks for help to …, and I can open it and just add the question I want to ask a clerk or receptionist.

I was a reluctant purchaser of my iPhone and watch. Now, my phone is a vital communication aid. It is my dearest non-breathing friend. I love, love, love the way is suggests words as I text! I bought a Zoom subscription and installed Zoom on my phone. It, too, is a valuable tool because of its chat and recording features. And I cancelled my landline.

Adaptation!

I opened Zoom and started a meeting. Then I sent an invitation to join to Beth. She didn’t come online, so I called her and I could say, “Beth. Chris. Email.” And she understood. She went to her email and soon she was on Zoom with me. She talked. I typed. And I felt good. It feels very, very good each time I contact a friend and communicate in my new way and feel accepted. I feel like I am winning.

I was kept busy all morning replying to emails from my friends who received my speech update. Plus, Dwight and I spent an hour on the phone with Telus, cancelling my land line and ensuring that I don’t lose access to the Telus IP Relay system. Finally, when I answered the last email, I could walk Her Highness and feed us all our lunches.

I collapsed onto the chaise afterwards and read a bit. Then I watched my favourite vloggers, before going out again for our afternoon walk. Both walks were rather short. It was cool outside, and damp, and I wanted to be resting and warm on My Day.

I feel some modest recovery has happened. With good friends I am saying a words and some phrases. I feel my speech is getting stronger with friends.

But adaptation is a bitch. It’s taken hours to change my banking profile so that codes come to my cell instead of the soon-to-be-defunct landline. Today, I am going to the clinic to give them my cell number to replace my landline number, and to postpone my second shot of Shingrix to prevent me from getting shingles again.

Fuck. Just fuck! Cancelling my landline was brutal. Absolutely brutal. I talked to one operator, she asked me tons of questions that were VERY challenging to answer, then she transferred me to a different person who repeated all the questions, and then he transferred me to another person. Fifty-seven minutes to cancel a phone service. Three transfers, three times through security, and endless, endless times on hold.

The evening was lovely. I just chilled on the chaise and watched a movie and then read for hours. I was bushed from the day. But my fears and sadness, so prevalent on Saturday, are gone.

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This morning, I was up at 5:00, and when I turned on my computer there was a letter from Dr. Shoja. It made me cry because I felt so lucky and grateful to have her in my life. I shall see her on April 6^th, and every two weeks thereafter. How great is she! How great is Canada’s medical plan! I feel better already, just knowing that I have her to talk to as I get used to being non-verbal.

The April STAMMA support group that I lead, is cancelled. It was supposed to happen on Thursday, and I was to lead it alone. Tracey has Passover celebrations to attend, but I am not confident enough to lead it. I have no idea if I could even make sounds, let alone language. So it’s cancelled, and I’m relieved.

Today, we’ll walk with our friends, we’ll go into the village to shop, and I’ll go to the clinic to give them my cell number now that my landline is dead. It’s bright and sunny, but cold. I shall have a nice quiet day today.

Normandy.

Disaster

 I went to bed on the night of April 8, 2016, after a perfectly normal day. When I woke up in the morning, I was having a seizure. It was my first psychogenic seizure, although I did not know this then, so I was horrified because I could not get out of bed and I was thrashing and drooling. It was awful. I decided to call Dwight for help, but when he answered, I couldn’t speak, so that freaked me out even more.

I was amazed that I endured so dramatic a change in my being overnight. Yesterday morning, when I woke up, there was another change, but not nearly so dramatic, and not at all frightening. It was, however, depressing.

I could feel it inside when I woke up and as I went through my morning routine. I felt off, but I had no trouble doing anything and when I spoke to my pets, all seemed fine. But when I went into the village, I discovered things that have seriously upset me.

Two things frustrated and disappointed me. First, I ran into Kris in Nester’s, and I could not speak to her. Normally, I am fluent with her because she is a dear, dear, wonderful friend. The other thing happened in the pharmacy where there is a clerk who is Québecoise. When I went to ask her a question, I couldn’t speak. I have always, ever since April 2016, remained fluent in French. My stutter only affected my English speech.

I can still speak in my Rand voice (the fake Aussie accent that I use sometimes), but I loathe using that voice. It’s not me. It conveniences others, but not me. Something is wrong, something has made me worse. I just hope it passes. I’m sad and I want to disappear. I certainly want to avoid talking. 

My dear friend, David, called me on FaceTime, and I couldn’t speak with him. I called Steve on FaceTime, and again, I couldn’t speak. I’m going to have myself a very nice day, and hope that things are better tomorrow. If I’m not better, I plan on doing some adaptive planning and then I’ll write to everyone with whom I video chat about how I am going to function. I need to use a video chat program that has a (typing) chat function like Zoom does.

I’m very down, but walking in the forest with Sheba made me forget my troubles. Reading is also a wonderful way to escape. I’m going to get the hot tub cleaned and filled so that I can get back to the ‘hydro therapy’ that I love so much.

I find myself grateful for little things. I can say ‘Shebie’ but not ‘Sheba,’ and I can say the names of my beloved puddy cats. I can say ‘love’ and ‘okay.’ I am grateful to be able to say the word ‘love’ because I used to say ‘I love you’ to Sheba often as we walked in the forest.

I struggle to see the point of being with friends when I am unable to speak to them. When I called Steve, after a few minutes I wanted to quit the call. I suppose, if this lasts, I will get more comfortable with being afflicted and that may help me regain some speech. Who knows.

I took a drug to sleep, and as I got into bed, I hoped I’d awaken in the morning back to ‘normal.’ Now, there’s a word. I mean, back to where I was on Friday.

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It’s now, evening. I just got through emailing back and forth with Tracey, my co-lead, at STAMMA. We run the late-onset stuttering support group. I was to write to them today, to remind them of our upcoming Zoom meeting on Thursday, but I’m writing to cancel this month’s session. Until more time passes and I get an idea of what’s going to happen with my voice, I’m reluctant to commit to the session.

I can’t picture myself at a gathering, sitting listening to everyone while I remain silent. I know my friends will encourage me to come; they’re all kind and warm people. But being with people only serves to make me want to speak, when I am alone, I don’t feel frustrated. I can whisper to my animals. It’s silent here. They can hear me.

I’m going to get a text to speech app for my phone. If I am to be with people, I can’t bear the idea of passing my phone around for people to read, minutes after what I have written about has become an obsolete part of the conversation. And the thought of people being politely quiet while the phone circulates would be unbearable.

Text to speech allows the room to hear. It brings me closer to spontaneity. Already, when I want to communicate with a single person I encounter, I type into my phone and then show them the phone.

A big thing that concerns me, is my relationship to the stuttering community. If I am mute, am I still a stutterer. Currently, I do not feel like a person who stutters. My noun is mute—or, as is said now, non-verbal.

Another concern is that, as I said at the beginning of this post, one day I was fine, the next day, I had over a dozen seizures and I could not speak. One day fine, the next, a clinical nervous wreck. My point here is the sudden and very dramatic change. This condition didn’t fade in; it came on like the light comes on when you flip the switch. It’s sudden. And so was this change from badly damaged to totally broken.

I texted Dwight. My brother with a great brain and heart. I wrote him a letter to explain my speech issue and then I pasted the letter, one paragraph at a time into texts. He called me immediately, bless him. He talked to me on Facetime, so I could see the face I love, and I texted him on his phone. It worked, and his call tells me he’s sticking with me. 

I’m likely to transition to do more things on my phone because when I text on the phone, it often suggests the words I want to type, and so I just tab on the word instead of spelling it out. It’s quicker, easier on the person I’m communicating with.

I remember this feeling I’m feeling now. Fear of isolation. It’s what I felt with the Tyrells. I feel unwanted. By whom, by what? I don’t know. Being gay made me feel unwanted, too. I thought I was free of all that stuff. 

If I’m still like this on Wednesday, I’m going to write to Dr. Shoja to see if I can see her asap. She’s professionally important to me.  

I got the NaturalReader app on my phone and tried it. It’s going to be very handy for me. I’ll be doing more practicing with it today, exploring the program. Adaptation underway. I’m not going to do the rest of the things I need to do until my hope dies. By then, I’ll have a list written of things I need to do.

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It’s the morning of My Day. Sheba woke me at 4:40, wanting. Her breakfast. I cannot speak to her, and if I can’t speak to her, it’s a very bad sign. Nothing has changed from yesterday. Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t. Getting the speech-to-text app, and registering my phone for 911 so that I can text, my actions yesterday were the actions of someone who knew that this change in my voice was going to last.

The emergency physician I interviewed for my work with SPACE said this: “The greatest resource for diagnostics in the emergency department is the patient. Tests are valuable, but without vital information about medical history, onset, duration, intensity, location, etc., etc., diagnosis is slower and prone to error. Information from the patient is vital. Our worst-case scenario is when we are presented with a comatose person. A non-verbal person can communicate under the right conditions (with an appropriate tool).”

This patience knew that yesterday was not a ‘one-of.’ Today I am telling Aidan that I am taking a few days to myself. I want to focus on relaxation and adaptation.

This blog feels different to me now. This is where my voice is free and functional. I’m going to learn about the speech-to-text app and read my wonderful Kate Atkinson book. I’m grateful I had a work-around chat with Dwight yesterday. I don’t feel as frightened today. He told me that I’m not alone, that he ‘is here’ for me. And I know that Beth is with me, and Steve is too. 

Yesterday I feared isolation. I felt ‘locked out.’ I still fell locked out, but not from the people that are important to me. Ever since that fateful morning in April ten years ago, I feared this complete loss of speech. Whereas my seizures got less frequent and less violent, my speech has taken sudden steps ‘downward’ toward yesterday.

My hope is dying. However, my adaptation is underway. My speech is fucked but I’m not as sad and fearful, and that’s a big plus.

I wanted to have this graphic I made as my blog header, but I cannot figure out how to get it into my blog layout for some reason. It’s the top picture. I’m still in shock, but I have long been proud of my resilience and my ability to adapt. Onward ….

Back to Dull

I forgot to mention that when I wrote about my weight being 144 pounds, I think my scale was broken. I weighed myself again and I weighed 158 pounds. That seems far more likely to be my accurate weight. 

Friday was cool but it wasn’t raining; I decided not to walk with our friends. My speech is challenging right now, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Besides, they wanted to walk on a trail that is dark and often wet, and I didn’t. Sheba and I walked the Elder Cedar trail we like because it is an ideal length and there are no hills. An, the sun came out! When we were done, we came home so I could Zoom with Nicola.

Niki and I chatted for ninety minutes, and then I bid her adieu because I wanted some silent time before I chatted with Aidan at 14:00. My call with Aidan was disappointing because he does not want to approach hospitals. Instead, he wants to approach small clinics, and he’s the boss, so I must start over and see if I can learn how clinics function.

After the call, it was time to walk with Her Highness because the sun was out and I wanted to get outdoors. The walk was great. I loved being out in the sunshine, but it is still quite cool, so I was happy to return to basecamp and read until dinnertime. 

I fed everyone and then got on the chaise to have my dinner and to watch Hamnet. It was fine, after all, Paul Mescal. But I was not terribly moved by the film. I was expecting more. Maybe it was because I read the book, but it was not the overwhelming experience I expected to have.

This morning is chilly but bright. We’ll get more sunshine and no rain, and we need rain. Sigh. But maybe tomorrow. I have no plans for today except to walk, read and to keep the fire going. 

Yum! A chaise to die for!

Back to My Dull and Welcome Normal

Thursday was a fine day. It’s so easy to take having power for granted; when it is taken away, you learn to appreciate it. Just going into a room and being able to turn on the light, thrilled me yesterday. So did doing the dishes, warm water, and having a shower. 

Putting the house back together occupied my morning: coiling, tying, and returning all the extension cords to the shed, moving the shelf unit back in place (it must be moved to give me access to the fridge plug), doing all the dishes, replenishing my emergency water supplies, filling the water dishes for the pets, and doing a laundry. It felt great to put the house back in order.

It was cold when we went for our forest walk, but I was warmly dressed and it is always a great beginning to the day to walk in the forest. I’ve soon to get back to building the speech language therapist database for SPACE. I stopped doing the work a few weeks ago to focus on my taxes, filing my disability papers, and then on different homework that Aidan wanted me to do, but I’m ready to get back to it.

But not yesterday. I wanted an indulgent day because I find it trying to live here without power. It stresses me out. I had a hard time sleeping the night we had no power because there was so much to worry about. Wednesday night, I slept deep and long thank goodness. I felt restored but fatigued yesterday. I was very happy to be able to feed the pets when I got home from the walk and then to finish my chores quickly before very happily and comfortable installing myself on the chaise to read. Heaven! 

I went for a walkabout. It depressed me, but I will face the challenge. Pete and I spent several hours working together to clean up Pinecone Park. We did a terrific job, but the yard is a catastrophe again due to the storm that knocked out my power for 26 hours. Our roads and trails are a bit of a disaster as well, but people are already clearing the fallen trees and branches.

Her Highness and I went into the village to shop and then we went for our afternoon walk. After that, it was back to one of my normal evenings. I had planned to watch Hamnet because it became free to view yesterday on Prime, but I decided to wait to watch it on Saturday night instead. I did not feel up for tears.

Today I Zoom with my friend Nicola, and then with Aidan. We’ll walk with our friends this morning first, and my free time will be spent reading. It’s too chilly and damp for yard work.

Major Storm; 17 Outages on our Island

tuesday

Tuesday morning was dark and damp. We had only light rain, but it was rain and our island needs rainfall if the Cedars are to get through our Summer drought. It was weird to have lights on. We all had a slumber party in the morning. After I lit the fire, I went back to bed for a while.

We didn’t take our morning walk until shortly past 10:00, and when we walked, it was a short one. Then we came home and I had my first chance to read in three days. Oh, the chaise, and oh, the warm woolen blanket, and oh, oh, oh, the fire on a day that made it okay to be indoors.

It was heavenly to have the entire day to myself. I read, of course, I was dying to get back to my book, but I also researched Ibogaine, the drug that was so incredibly beneficial to the PTSD sufferers in the movie I watched on Netflix (On Waves and War). It was my plan to ask Dr. Shoja about it, but I am no longer interested in taking it.

For one thing, its primary use is to help people addicted to opiates. That’s why it was legalized by prescription in Canada. However, it also is risky for patients with heart conditions, and I’ve had three heart attacks, and it often comes with a short and severe bout of depression after the drug wears off. I never had any interest in hallucinogens during the 70s and 80s, and I’m still not interested in them, but I had hopes of this drug helping me. But no more.

I also did something remarkable. I called my accountant firm without using the referral service, and I was able to tell them about $2,100 in deductions that I forgot to include with my submission to them. It was a relief to be able to get the deductions and to have successfully talked on the phone. It wasn’t easy. I apologized a couple of times, initially when I spoke to Pedro, and again when I had a long block. But what a victory for me!

I chatted with Dr. Shoja at 14:00, and when we were done, it was walkies time for Her Highness and I, and luckily, the rain had stopped and the sun was blazing through my windows so we were able to enjoy a decent healthy long walk. It was toasty warm, too! But then, the winds came, and boy did they come!

When we came home for the evening, the power was out. Thinking I had Tezspire in the fridge—rather, not thinking, I thought I had Tezspire in the fridge, but I didn’t. However, thinking I did, I immediately got the generator going, and I prayed that the Internet would work so that I could watch a movie.

I should have kept the countertop burner I sold last week. If I had it, I could have made myself a hot dinner. Instead, I plugged in my toaster and made toast to have something warm after my nightly salad. My barbeque needed to be cleaned after a Winter outdoors, so it was not an option.  

I called Dwight. He said there was a sea of red outages on the Hydro map. Mu house is in a double zone. That’s to say, I am in an area affected by two different trees down. I knew I’d be going to bed before power was restored and possibly waking up to no power. Thank God I didn’t have any Tezspire here. I’m not going to bed with the generator going!

I through the evening and went to bed early.

wednesday

I woke up at 2:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep. I get stressed when the power goes out, and when I discovered at 2:30 that I still had no power, it disturbed my broken brain. But I stayed in bed where I was warm and comfortable, and then, fed up with tossing and turning, I got up at 3:45. 

The pets, I could tell, were confused by all the changes in our pattern and the extension cords snaking through the house. I went out and started the generator, happy to ensure that my food would be kept in good form, and then I lit the fire, chopping the wood while holding a flashlight in my mouth that triggered gagging.

I fed everybody, had toast for breakfast, and lamented not being able to have a shower. I got on the chaise; I had good lighting thanks to my trusty generator and finished reading my book. Sheba comforted me, lying beside me with her head on my lap. She is such a wonderful partner. 

It was light out by 7:00. The sky was clear. I resolved to take our morning walk early and to walk at Ricki Ave. trail where I thought I might be able to get cell service to see if I could get onto the Hydro website and glean some information about the repair situation. I also wanted to text Aidan in case our planned Zoom meeting could not happen if the power was not restored.

Just before leaving for our walk, I noticed how low the power was on my watch and phone, so I hooked them up to the charger—my God, I love my little generator—and I dawdled until my devices were charged and then we went searching for bars on my phone.

I had to go into the village to get bars. I passed two wires down on the way in, and when I got onto the Hydro outages map, I discovered that there were seventeen lines down on Gabriola. Many had “crew assigned” notices, but not all, and I didn’t know which three wires down affected me. I knew, though, that three outages must be repaired for me to get power.

I texted Aidan to advise him that I probably would not be able to chat with him today. It seems highly unlikely. But I was relieved to get word to him. And I hooked up my CD player so that I could watch a movie tonight. I have a large collection of CDs to choose from.

Most of the day, I read. I began my third Kate Atkinson crime novel about P.I. Jackson Brodie. I love these books. Yes, there is murder, and Jackson is, of course, a P.I., but these are novels about people, about families and relationships for more than they are about crime.

In the afternoon, the sun came out. Our second walk of the day was dry and brighter than the morning walk in light rain. And we walked via the village so that I could revisit the Hydro website hoping I might get a boost in hope. But no, my impression was to conclude that I’d be waiting until today for power. I accepted the inevitability because I filled two jerrycans of gasoline to keep the generator going.

At 17:00, I heard a ping. I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was my computer, but when I got up to walk around, I noticed the lights on my air fryer were on. Even then, I didn’t realize what it meant until I immediately looked at the ceiling fans and saw them going. Oh, it felt good to have power back! Hot water! Flushing toilets! Chopping wood this morning without a flashlight in my mouth making me gag.

Today is going to be a day of indulgence. It feels so, so good to be back to normal. I can do dishes and have a shower. It’s cold out there, but that’s because it was clear all night and today will be bright and sunny. Power and sunshine! What joy I feel!

Light pillars, Finland.