I have often wondered quite where the pain/fatigue cycle started for me. It seems to be a little like the chicken and egg scenario. My high pain days seem to coincide with the days I am most exhausted, but weather thats because the pain tires me out, or the lowered energy levels give me less tolerance to my pain I will never know.

This particular cycle is tricky – particularly with EDS and POTS. In theory the more you can strengthen your body through appropriate exercise the better you’re body is able to keep its joints in place, and regulate your heart rate and blood pressure in an upright position. In effect this would mean a decrease in both pain and fatigue.

In the case of POTS this is largely things you can do lying down (no, not the one your thinking of), and in EDS it is exercise that will gently build up strength without putting undue stress on your joints.

In practical terms however, this only seems to work so far. Sure I am aware of these factors, but on days where it takes all of my strength to head downstairs (on my bum) to have a change in scenery, and struggle to work through the fogginess or push through the pain enough to get dressed, it feels absolutely impossible to get myself down to a swimming pool or off to a pilates class. On the days that I do push myself to do things (such as appointments or family gatherings) I am able to put on a good enough show, but the following few days are a living nightmare.

Having had a busy weekend, and 2 hospital appointments in London in the space of a week, I feel like a zombie. I may not look like I have an axe sticking out of my head, but I sure as hell feel like its there. My whole body aches, far too many joints have subluxed, and I appear to have a forcefield surrounding me ‘protecting me’ from any outside information getting near to my brain. It is on days like today that I begin to wonder just how on earth I can manage another 50 years of this.

Insomnia is another part of this cycle for me and many others. Again, it is hard to know where it got added into the mix, or if this was an initial member of the party, but it doesn’t half play a large role in keeping the cycle running. I struggle to sleep at the best of times, particularly if my pain levels are high or I’m too tired (oxymoron I know). I will toss and turn trying to find a semi comfortable position till about 4am, and often wake up to 4 times a night in a huge amount of pain. I attempt the usual sleep hygiene advice, and practice mindfulness with mixed results, but this never solves the problem.

I remember a doctors trip just over a year ago. I felt like I was loosing the plot. I was going through a particularly bad patch with both pain and insomnia whilst writing my thesis, and plonked myself down begging for help. I had been countless times before pleading for a referral with a pain specialist to no avail, and I had no idea how to manage things. I was barley sleeping at all (we are talking months of waking up countless times in pain averaging 0-2 hours sleep a night) and tried to explain to her the problem. Her answer was ‘well I don’t want to prescribe you anything for your sleep because your waking up in pain’. Fair enough – to which I replied ‘Can we do something about my pain then?!’. Her reply was ‘No, theres nothing we can do’.

I came out of that appointment and cried. To have insomnia on top of pain is extremely tough. Not just because your exhausted, but also due to the fact that you get absolutely no break from it. Sleep (when I do get it) has often been the one and only time in the day/week/month where I have managed to have some time out, and doctors often forget that this is extremely important if you suffer with pain on a daily basis.

Having deteriorated hugely at the points in my life that I was exercising most, and having gotten to a point where just cooking a basic meal can be the sum total of my energy or pain tolerance for the day I am at a loss of how to help myself. I can not push my body much more then I already do, and each day seems to bring a worsening in pain and fatigue. I couldn’t tell you the last day I had no pain, or even the last day that the pain was able to merge into the background. I can’t remember the last time I felt like I had energy to spare, or a night that I was able to wake up feeling truly rested. It is exhausting in and of itself, and extremely isolating.

Those around me recently have tried to be positive. ‘You will get better soon’ or ‘They’ll find a way to fix it’. ‘It can’t be that bad’ or ‘If you just do X then you’ll feel better’, but the reality is very different. EDS is a genetic condition. My genes can not possibly be fixed. Chronic pain is notoriously difficult to deal with – as you experience pain, your brain builds pathways. The more pathways that are built, the more you feel pain. I have been in pain for as long as I can remember – this isn’t going to be a quick fix, likelihood is that this isn’t going to be fixed at all. I pushed and pushed myself until I became too unwell to do so – there is no more energy left to ‘just do’ anything.
I don’t feel positive, and am struggling not to allow my angry side to run free with the next positive comment thrust in my direction.

Accepting that I am ill is much like grieving for any other loss. I am hurling between all 7 stages at a rather alarming rate – the rational side of my brain that may be able to tolerate the views of those that don’t have experiences in chronic pain/fatigue or other illnesses appears to have left the building.