Roid Rage?

If you would have told me four years ago when this hellish journey with Dysautonomia began that I would ever be able to stand up without experiencing presyncope (the moments before you faint and lose conscientiousness) I would have told you that you were crazy! If you would have told me that I’d return to teaching, obtain a masters degree, become an assistant principal, move to a new city, add two puppies to our crazy family, become a gym rat, teach my babies how to ski, and basically lead a normal life…I would have laughed in your face. But, if you would’ve told me that I could one day wean off the medications that were holding me together…I would bet my life against it. Yet, here I am.

For those of you who follow my blog, or have been a part of this crazy health journey, you are familiar with the amount of medication I take on a daily basis…just to stand up…here’s a picture of what we’re talking about…yea, it’s a lot.

There are prescriptions and vitamins and supplements and over the counter add-ons…basically, I feel like an 80-year-old woman and I could stock a Walgreens! But, that’s all changing. I’ve been working really hard at getting back in control of my body…working out, eating right, sleeping more, and really trying to rest when my body tells me to rest. Because of this hard work, I’ve been able to totally wean off my Midodrine (blood pressure medicine) and as of today my Fludrocortisone (a steroid that helps increase and maintain blood volume and fluids).

Now, I’m not going to lie, today I feel like shit. Absolute shit. I was warned the first day without the steroid is rough…but it should get better. (everyone cross your fingers!) I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m struggling with a migraine. I’m cranky…and did I mention that I’m cranky!?! (wait…do I have roid rage?!) But, I’m free of some medication that I REALLY wanted out of my body. I want to try and handle this illness the most natural way that I can.


Do I still take meds? YEP! Will I ever be totally med free? Probably not. Will I go back on them if I relapse? Hell yes! No doubt. But, for now…this is the path that I’m on. It’s a pretty major milestone for me…and I’m so happy to be regaining some control in my life and in my body.

POTS is no joke…and I really thought that my life was over when this first happened to me…I think I kept kleenex in business with all the tears I shed…but, through my journey, I’ve accomplished a lot and I’m going to keep pushing. So, if I can offer even one glimmer of hope to someone who is searching for a light in the storm (as I so desperately was, and still am!), I will, and that’s why I share this blog…every twisty turny event, the ups and the downs, the triumphs and defeats…there is some hope…just keep looking! ❤



Run, Rest, Repeat…Remission?…

Okay, remission might be too strong a word…but there have been some MAJOR changes in the health department. I’ve been very hesitant to share my progress with people because I worry the moment I utter the words the universe will come smack me down again…”PSYCH, Samantha! Take that!” So I’m putting my brave pants on and I’m going to share an update with all of you. I remember when I was first diagnosed I was overwhelmed with hundreds of blogs that offered very little hope or humor…I’m hoping I can give you a little of both.


If you’ve read my blogs, are a potsie yourself, or are familiar with POTS, you know that (one of) the major challenges people face is exercise intolerance. The absolute inability to work out your own body. This is insanely frustrating for a person with POTS because one of the most important things you can do to help control your symptoms is to exercise. So, to feel better you MUST work out…but one of your symptoms is you CANNOT work out. Hmmm…thanks a lot body…like this syndrome isn’t complicated enough!?!


Now, I’ve started and stopped exercise routines the past, probably a dozen times. I’ve been bound and determined to see it through, and my body just would. not. let. me! So, imagine my surprise when I started working out again in August with a trainer (shout out to Adam!) at the YMCA…and it actually stuck! We started with a weigh-in (YIKES!) and measurements (DOUBLE YIKES!) and very slow but steady workouts. Strength training and some light cardio…that was the name of the game for 2 sessions a week…and slowly I started to feel stronger. I was sleeping better. I was making better food choices. My migraines lessened. I started to feel happier…healhier…more “Samantha like”. Flash forward a month and I signed up to do the Biggest Mover program. This 10-week program pushes you wayyyy past your comfort zone if you let it…and I definitely did! In the program you work out 2 hours a week with a trainer, submit a weekly food and activity log, earn points for going to classes or going to work out on your own, and for stepping up to whatever weekly challenge is laid out for you. I was hooked. I loved racking up the points and noticing my body starting to change. I was beginning to look forward to my alarm ringing at 4:30am for a workout…what the hell was happening to me!?!


Well, I’ll tell you what happened to me. I got stronger. Wayyy stronger. Strong enough to step on a treadmill and run. RUN people!!! This from a girl who was struck down with POTS is a major friggen event!!! It started slow…like 4 minutes only at a light jog sloooowwwww…and then it got longer…and faster…and longer…and faster. As of today, I am comfortably (WHAT?!) running 2.5 miles and I’m feeling incredible. Now, 2.5 miles is not far, I know…I know…but I’m a chick who has never, ever enjoyed running. Ever. And, my body essentially shut down on me in 2014 when I developed POTS, so to hop on a treadmill and run 2.5 miles and ENJOY it, that’s a victory ladies and gentlemen!


Here’s the other victory…and the real reason for this blog! Because of my progress in the gym, I’ve been able to successfully wean off 1 medication, and am almost off another. That’s right…two POTS prescriptions…GONE. How amazing is that?! My body is now effectively pumping blood to all areas of my body. My heart rate is *usually* in the “normal” range. My blood pressure is stabilized. And my migraines are few and far between. The progress I’ve been seeing has brought me (and my cardiologist) to tears on several occasions. Now, do I feel like my “old normal”? No. Do I still have POTS? Yes…and I always will. But, some of my major symptoms are lessening (dare I say, some are in remission??), and I am able to manage my own body without the assistance of medication. Sure, I workout at least 5 days a week, I go to bed at 8pm like an old lady and am very choosy about what I put into my body for food/supplements/drinks etc…but I’m managing…and I’m getting a little bit stronger every day.


So, stay tuned…I’m sure there are more ups and downs on this journey, but right now I’m in a very good place. Let’s see how long we can stay here!


Disclaimer: 1) I weaned off these drugs under the guidance and supervision of my cardiologist…and 2) I am not knocking medication…these drugs saved my life and many potsies need these drugs to live and to function on a daily basis…one day I may need them again…and if that day comes, I’ll be open to it!

it’s okay to be NOT okay…

12088079_843003679131846_2270655745633071542_nHappy Dysautonomia Awareness Month! I’ve been trying my best to spread awareness to others…every October I make it my mission to educate as many new people as I can…just ask anyone on my Facebook friend list! I’m sure it’s becoming a bit obnoxious…but it’s so important! It’s because of this awareness month that I decided it was time to sit down and get the blog juices flowing again…so here we go…

If you’re looking for a blog entry about being positive and fighting your way through this, today’s edition may not be for you. If you look back over my journey you will find many posts with this positive undertone, but not today. No, today is dark, but it will be honest.

After a stretch of time of feeling really good (for me…which is probably 60% like my old self) this flare has totally knocked me on my ass. It started with a few days of back to back (blinding, sleepless nights, dizzy, vomit inducing) migraines, followed up with days of palpations and inability to control my own body temperature, and topped off today with extreme fatigue, dizziness, and bradycardia. For those who don’t know what bradycardia is, it’s when the heart rate is too slow. Typically, a POTsie has tachycardia (postural orthostatic TACHYCARDIA syndrome…) but because our systems are so out of wack, spells of our heart rates being too slow aren’t unheard of. Let me tell you though…it is scary as hell. My body has been trained to not totally panic when the tachycardia sets in. I can tell myself “you’re not going to die, it’s okay, just breathe, sit down and breathe…” and I can push through the 175-200 beat per minute heart rate. This afternoon, when I was *lucky* to hit 50 beats per minute, I was terrified. I was so scared that my heart was actually going to stop beating. How unfair is this?! I have to chose between feeling like my heart is going to beat so fast it’s going to explode, or beat so slowly that it just may stop?! No thanks, body. I’d like a refund!

Anytime a new symptom pops up like this so does a new level of anxiety for me. I know that with this syndrome I’m supposed to “expect the unexpected”…but holy crap…a person can only take so much before the darkness sets in. I could feel the depressive thoughts as they started to creep in…it felt like a wave that washed over me and the pressure was too much to stay afloat. Through my sobs this afternoon my eight year old asked me, “do doctors ever put people to sleep when they are sick…like they did to Gabby?” (his beloved Pug) Great. Now my baby is worried, which makes me worry even more. My four year old came over and put her hand on my chest and said “it’s okay, Mama, your heart is just broke today.” How unfair that a four year old even has to think about this?! And then the depression and fear increases by the second because I worry that I’m impacting so many other people negatively. It’s a rabbit hole that feels endless.

So, why share this? If there is no silver lining, then what’s the point? Because chronic illness isn’t just happy quotes and funny memes. It’s not just being strong and powering’s a life altering, at times debilitating, depressing, scary, self-esteem crushing, roller-coaster from hell…and I want to get off the ride!! (if only that were a choice!) I guess my point is this…it is okay to NOT be okay. And instead of pretending (for other people) I’m choosing to lay it out there. I know my fellow POTsies will understand…sometimes it’s MORE exhausting to pretend you’re okay than it is to have POTS. Today was bad. Really, really bad. Tomorrow may be too…but eventually the ride will twist again and I’ll be back on top…even if it’s just for a moment! Hopefully I’ll remember to write that day too…thanks for reading and coming along for the ride!



Dyer’s Do DC!

Is it possible to be jet lagged traveling to and from a city that is in the same time zone?! On the same coast? Well, either way, I’m going to blame this exhaustion on that! I’ve been home for 2 days now and I’m still coming back down to reality. This is the second time I’ve attended the Dysautonomia International Conference, and I am certain that it will not be my last. It was amazing, informative, inspiring, gut wrenching, and everything in between. But, I don’t want to get ahead of myself here. Let’s set the stage for this epic adventure:

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My mom, dad, husband and I traveled to DC from Maine to attend this conference. From the get go, the trip was riddled with hilarity. We almost missed the plane, and not because we were late to the airport, no, because we were eating in a restaurant directly across from our gate and all 4 of us missed the boarding call announcement, oops! Then, we arrived in DC, gathered our bags and stood outside in the 100 plus degree heat waiting for our hotel shuttle…that never arrived…because as we reread the flyer we learned that the shuttle only runs from the OTHER DC airport, opps! Then, our taxi was an old worn out Prius that had no steam to make it up hills. We would go from 65mph to 30mph the second a slight hill popped up. It was a lonnnnnng ride, and needless to say, $56.00 and a seemingly lifetime of hours later, we were READY to arrive at the hotel. We had a delicious dinner and hit the sack early so we could spend the whole next day exploring DC…or so we thought…

For those of you who read my blogs, or have POTS/Dysautonomia yourself, you may already see what’s coming next. I gave a little hint before when I said the heat was over 100 degrees…that type of weather and a POTSIE do. NOT. mix. But, I was bound and determined (some may say I’m stubborn!?) to explore DC and have fun with my family. It started out perfectly…and ended with me throwing up in an Uber….yes, classy, I know. We started the morning by hopping on the metro for a promised 20-minute ride to the city. Well, that turned into much longer as there was a fire on the tracks and all trains were frozen in place…and hot…and I was freaked out by being underground with fire…and hot…did I mention hot?! Once we made it to DC we walked the National Mall, saw the Washington Monument, the WWII Memorial, and made our way to the Lincoln Memorial, we saw a Trump impersonator doing Yoga (hilarious!), the Korea Memorial, and ate Italian Ice …it was gorgeous but very, very, very hot! By the time we wound back up to the Washington there was no shade left on the path. It was roughly 106 degrees with humidity, and even after *trying* to stay hydrated and on top of things, my body gave up. I couldn’t go on. I took my vitals…my pulse was 175 and climbing. I could feel my heart beating throughout my entire body. Part of POTS is the inability to control body temperature, so even though I was sweating, I felt hot then cold then hot again. I was dizzy and panicked and thought I may be having a heart attack. It was awful, and embarrassing, and scary. I felt terrible for my family being stuck there with me in that condition…I couldn’t walk to the metro stop even though it was in my sight, we were so close, but I couldn’t do it, so the options were 1) call an uber or 2) call an ambulance…honestly, at the time, I would have taken the ambulance in a heartbeat. Paul got the Uber and loaded me into the backseat. Bad idea. It was cramped and hot and I just couldn’t get my body to calm down. My mom was rubbing my head, putting cold water on my neck, but nothing was helping. I tried to close my eyes, it made it worse…but with my eyes open the light sensitivity made it feel like I was being stabbed. There was no winning, no way out, and then I threw up. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, right there on the DC turnpike, I opened the door and threw up. Humiliating does not even begin to explain it. Thank goodness my mom told the Uber driver to pull over! We made it back to the hotel where I doped myself up on medication, Paul had to hold me up to take a cold shower (very romantic, ugh!), I forced down some water and some food, I cranked the AC down to 64 and slept the next 12 hours.

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I woke up feeling better, but still not well. How could I let this happen? How could I do this to myself?! It was too much. I pushed too hard. Why do I do that? It was a morning full of self-hate…and then I went downstairs. There really is nothing that can compare to being in a room full of people who get it. They feel it too. Not just the symptoms, but the mental anguish that comes with a chronic illness. They just get it. From that moment on, I felt better. I was kinder to myself.

The conference was amazing. The information about the most current research (auto immune connections, genetics etc) was so inspiring. It gave me hope. We learned about the importance of properly taking care of migraines and sleep (two of my biggest challenges!) so I’m anxious to put some of that information into my treatment plan. We met doctors, patients, and caregivers. We saw POTS service dogs that sense when their owner is about to pass out…the dogs keep them safe in this event. Amazing. Again there were people who were wheelchair bound unable to live alone to people who hold full-time jobs that manage their symptoms daily. It’s such a wide spectrum when it comes to how this illness affects people. It’s such a sad, unfair, down right shitty way for us to all be connected, but I wouldn’t trade this group of people for a million bucks.


Bottom line is, I learned a ton, met some amazing people, laughed harder than I have in months, saw the light bulb going off with my husband and father as they tried to understand more deeply (my mom already does!) and had an absolutely unforgettable time. This conference is life changing….and we will be back!


Let’s talk about exercise…or not?

Before I developed POTS I was not a big fan of working out. I was a fan of eating whatever the hell I wanted, not lifting a finger and not gaining any weight…well, after I hit about 27 those days were over! I needed to start paying more attention to what I was putting into my body. Then, two babies and a chronic illness later…here we are.

…and I still am not a fan of working out! But, in the spirit of regaining my feisty “let’s kick POTS in the ass” self, I’m diving head first into a workout routine. When your cousin (and my biggest cheerleader in life) is a fitness guru and owns a CrossFit gym, there really isn’t an excuse to sit around! The number one recommended treatment for POTS (excluding medications) is exercise.

I completed my first training session today. Amy (said Guru), my mom, and my daughter all took part. We reviewed the basic movements that I’ll need to know for future workouts, and we completed a workout in the gym. Assault bike (and YES, that bike does assault you!), push press, and Russian twists were on the menu today.

It wasn’t pleasant, but I did it…it made me feel strong, and empowered. A little more than 1/2 way through the workout the exercise intolerance kicked in…and before you say, “well, that’s what you get for being out of shape!” exercise intolerance is a real thing, and it can be debilitating for a person with dysautonomia. It can cause your body to physically shut down. Since our hearts and autonomic systems can’t handle regular, normal movements, adding exercise and strain to our bodies can be debilitating. Check it out:  I began to feel like I was going to throw up, or pass out, or even cuter…BOTH! I finished a round on the bike and I felt it setting in. I downed some water and sat down on the floor. The room was spinning and I was thinking death might be sweet relief 😉 But, it passed, I slowed it down, and I finished my workout. That’s the triumph. I finished!


I think it’s easy to lose sight of how much this syndrome impacts your life…until you start fighting back. Then it kicks you down again. My plan is to keep fighting and getting back up. Amy is going to personalize a plan for me so I can keep working with the equipment I have at home, and I’ll report to her as I go…she even said I could yell at her on facetime…I told you she was pretty awesome! 😉

It will get easier over time…right?!


Keep it movin’ Samantha…


It’s been a long time since I’ve had time to sit down and write a blog. So, on this sunny Sunday afternoon, while one child is at a birthday party, and one child is snuggled up to my side watching Disney Jr, I thought I’d carve out the time and just DO IT ALREADY! I’ve found that this has been a recurring theme in my life lately…just stop making excuses and do it! To say I’ve been stuck in a rut is the understatement of the century! More like stuck in the Grand Canyon!

It’s such a strange way to go through life, this whole ‘living with a chronic illness’ thing. It’s a roller coaster that just never stops. It’s full of good days and bad days, and flare-ups and glimmers of your old self. It’s happy and it’s frighteningly dark and lonely. As I am rapidly approaching the (gulp) three-year anniversary of receiving my diagnosis, so much has changed, but so much has stayed the same. I’m better than I was, but I still have Dysautonomia. I’m proud of myself for how far I’ve come, and I’m disappointed in myself for losing the steam to keep fighting. It just feels so exhausting at times. For the first year or so I was so motived to get my life back, that it was all I could focus on. Granted I spent months bedridden, so I had a lot of time on my hands 😉 I pulled myself out of bed and worked out every single morning…hard. I saw many, many doctors and tried many, many different medications. I fought with insurance companies for the right to see specialists. I raised awareness. I traveled to DC to connect with other POTS patients and to lobby Congress. I lived and breathed my health and well-being, and raising awareness of POTS. So, where is that person?! I need her back…

I could easily list a hundred reasons why other things have taken over priority in my life. My job is busy, my kids are busy, my life is just busy…but you know what? People who live with a chronic illness don’t get the luxury of using those excuses. It’s just not an option. While I’ve placed so much pressure on myself to be successful in other areas, I’ve forgotten the most important piece to the puzzle. My health. Without that, the rest of it doesn’t matter anyway. Lately, I’ve been fatigued…like ‘fall asleep while sitting at a red light’ fatigued, been battling daily migraines, fighting brain fog, spinning through bouts of dizziness, and overall just having far more bad days than good. Something’s gotta give!


So, I guess this blog serves as a “new year’s resolution” of sorts. I know what I need to do…so it’s time to refocus myself and do it! In an effort to get the boxer back in the ring, I’ve registered for the Dysautonomia International Conference in D.C. this summer…and I will be joined by my husband, mother, and father! We’ll connect with other POTSIES and world-renowned doctors, and we’ll learn about recent advances in treatments. How awesome is that?! I’ve registered for the POTS 5k in Massachesuettes in May—which I plan to RUN…well, jog…let’s not get ahead of ourselves… 😉 And I plan to ask my support network (yes, all of YOU) to keep giving me some pushes…I really need it! What can you do?! I’m so glad you asked…

*Don’t be afraid to talk to me about POTS or Dysautonomia…I’ve been pushing it under the rug, and guess what? It’s still there…so let’s talk about it! If you have questions, ask!

*Let’s go for a walk…or a jog…or something active…I may lag behind…but I need to get back out there!

*Remind me that priority #1 is my health…my kids need me to focus on this again! They deserve a mommy who isn’t dragging ass at 4pm!

*Don’t judge me if I simply have to say, “no”. Part of this illness requires that I really slow down when I need to…it’s how I don’t burn out totally.

*Continue to love and support me like you already do…I couldn’t do it without you! ❤






Santa’s Little Helpers…

As a child, Christmas was my favorite time of year. I loved the excitement, the music, the lights, the movies and the time with family. It felt like magic came to life. Now that I’m an adult and especially since I’ve developed this chronic illness, Christmas has taken on a life of its own at our house. Our tree is huge, the lights are ablaze and the music is always blasting. I’m proud to say that both of my kids have made “Elf” references this Christmas season and both of them can sing carols so loudly that my ears bleed. 😉  I want my children to experience the magic that I loved so much, and they do! I want them to feel the warmth of the holidays, and I want them to think of others in need.


One of our traditions with Colby (our 7-year-old) is taking a trip to Boston Children’s Hospital to deliver toys to children who will be spending Christmas in the hospital. This is always such a humbling and amazing experience. Colby has been dedicated to this cause for three years, and his commitment amazes me. Colby lost one of his best friends, Olive, while she underwent a heart surgery at Boston Children’s. Every year he saves his money, purchases and collects donated toys for “Christmas for Olive.” Each trip has been an adventure, and he takes something different away from the experience each time. This year, I think because he’s matured so much, he really seems to have taken it all in. When we came home all he wanted to do was cuddle. When I was tucking him in a few nights later he said, “mama, I think Olive is so happy that we go to Boston…and I think those kids need lot’s of presents, more than Sophie and I do.” My heart melted…and then he said, “I know your heart feels sick sometimes and it’s good that you go to Boston to feel better…they are cool!” I was blown away with his maturity, and I was so proud to have the honor of being his mom. My illness used to scare him, and now I think it has helped mold him into the young man he’s becoming.

The next day I was exhausted…fatigue had set in, I was livin’ the POTS life…aka laying in bed! I could hear my kids whispering in the hallway…Colby was leading the charge on something. The next thing I knew they came in with their blankets and curled up beside me. “Let’s watch a Christmas movie mama, we’ll lay with you when you’re sick,” Sophie said.  I laid there with a kid on each side of me feeling so blessed and happy. My children are kind, (They are also wild, sassy, bossy, funny, and typical siblings…) but in their hearts they are kind. In a weird way, I have my POTS diagnosis to thank for this. Because of this illness, it forced us to slow down, and to refocus on what’s important…and this is it.

Merry Christmas!


Time to get back on track!

Welcome back readers! It’s been seven months since I last published a blog entry…so much has happened I’ll give you the basic run down…

  1. I graduated and earned my master’s degree…if you have been following my journey you know that this degree had been the cause of many tears–both happy and sad! I didn’t know if it would be possible for me to finish since I became sick and received my POTS diagnosis right in the middle of my program…but, I’m so happy (and proud!) to report that I did it!13230335_10103016562461499_4456928795486197737_n
  2. Along with my masters I accepted a new job, and I am now an assistant principal of a high school…I know what you’re thinking…”what?! is she crazy?!” the answer to this is just simply, yes. Yes, I am. But, I do love it, and I absolutely refuse to let my illness keep me from realizing my dreams…#potscansuckit! 13939418_10103212792664599_2801525538302671462_n
  3. We relocated our family. This is also something that I’ve written about time and time again. We now live where my commute to work is three miles. You read that right, THREE miles. My doctors office is in the same town, and it doesn’t take us an hour to get in and out of town. The potsie in me is SO happy with this change. I feel safer here…everything I need is at my finger tips. This was a very good move for my health…and sanity!
  4. My amazing support team and I participated in the POTS 5K in Massachusetts and it was an experience that changed my life. It was joyous, and scary, and hard, and wonderful all at the same time. Sometimes this illness can make me feel so alone, but this made me feel so supported, and so connected to others. AND we raised a ton of money for Dysautonomia International. A win, win! 13131334_10103005550549459_7963799357294592701_o-1
  5. Our family added a new member…a little French Bulldog named Bruin. He’s the best snuggle buddy and he never leaves my side when I’m not feeling well…I swear he just knows when I need him.15193585_10103464013975079_8712222644147824511_n

Those are the major milestones…so that brings us to today, and why I decided to start down the blogging road again…

I am in a flare, a bad one, and I realized that I’ve stopped putting focus on my recovery…I went through a very long time of feeling okay…never feeling “normal” but feeling like I was managing my symptoms. I fell off track, and it caught up with me. When I first began to get my life back I was on top of my game. I drank a gallon of water everyday,  I ate healthy (with lot’s of added salt…thanks POTS), I was religious about taking my medications, I worked out every. single. day, and I was open, honest and engaging with people about this syndrome. For me, that was the magic recipe, and I need to get that back.

You hear people say it all the time…the first step is admitting you have a problem. Well, I have a “problem” and the problem is that I have a chronic illness. Even though I am positive (99% of the time), and I absolutely refuse to let this illness run my life, it’s still there, and pretending that it isn’t is just making me sick(er). I need to remember that there is no shame in this…and blogging helps me to connect to others who are going through the same thing. It also helps the people around me to understand what is going on. My mom reminded me today, it doesn’t make you look weak…it shows your power and strength. So, be ready for some more regular updates…you’ve been warned!

So, what did POTS do to me today? Well, I’m so glad you asked! Today I woke up with a migraine from hell…and I just couldn’t keep it at bay. I had to take my rescue med, which exacerbates my tachycardia and dizziness. I was walking to the stairs to go get my laundry, had a pre-syncope episode, everything went black…and down the stairs I went. The worst part? I was home alone with my 3 year old and I totally scared the crap out of her. That really is the worst feeling…it hurt more than the fall. I wish I could keep my kids sheltered from this shitty illness…but sometimes it takes over our household…and it did today. I’ve been on the couch binge watching netflix, and feeling pretty sorry for myself…but more for my husband and my kids. This just isn’t easy on anyone. images-2

Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m hopeful that I will get back on track soon. I will push through it…I always do! My husband reminded me today that I have a 100% success rate of getting through flares…so I know this can be done. So, tomorrow marks day 1 of the old program. Water, healthy living, exercise, medication, extra sleep, and more transparency about what’s going on.

Take that, POTS!

some up and some down…

Just passed the 4 week post surgery mark! Things are a little more settled in some ways, and a little more unsettled in others. First and foremost, I have to note that I am 10 days midodrine free! That’s right ladies and gentlemen, my blood pressure has been stabilized and the dizziness is under control, on my own, without the assistance of a medication…can I get an amen?! This is HUGE. I’m trying not to get too exited about it…it feels like if I say it out loud then the universe will come back and knock me down a peg…so everyone, please, knock on wood for me! Midodrine is a great med because I can take it as I need it, so if I relapse a bit, I can hop back on the  med and find some relief. But, for now, 1 POTS med is going unused!


In other news, I think I may be pushing myself a bit too hard and my post surgery body is starting to get mad at me. I’m having more bleeding than I should, and according to the doctor, I need to go back to bed and rest. Ha! Easy for her to say! Does she have two little ones home on April vacation?! I didn’t think so! 😉 I did have no choice but to listen to my body yesterday…the morning was great, I was able to take the kids to the playground, and treated them to their first “summer”ice cream cone! When we got home I suddenly began to lose a lot of blood and had a migraine that made it impossible to open my eyes, let alone sit up and watch the kids! The fatigue was unimaginable. I had to send out an SOS to my aunt, and she came to the rescue and  took the kids. It was one of those moments that I felt so thankful to live so close to family, and also so incredibly guilty that my kids have to have a mommy who is chronically ill. Heartbreaking to say the least. Lot’s of tears were shed after they left. It’s not all funny puns and cute memes, being chronically ill is a bitch, and can be so depressing…


Today is a better day, the sun is starting to peek through the clouds, and the kids are giggling and happy. They seem to have already forgotten the drama from yesterday. They are so amazing. Colby (6) woke me up this morning by rubbing my head and asking if it still hurt. Sophie (3) jumped up on the bed and asked if I needed her to make me some pancakes. It was adorable. Sure, they were totally buttering me up because they wanted to have a popsicle at 8am, but the sentiment was there.


The lesson from all of this is something that I’ve talked about before, but I still struggle with it. I need to ask for help when I need it. Maybe even before I need it! My aunt totally saved me yesterday…and she was happy I reached out. Instead of feeling insanely guilty when I need help, I need to just relax and know that the people who love me WANT to help. It’s a work in progress…16ce6d52b29b86ec1f467f85d5c165e1.jpg