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by frogpondsrock on May 11, 2012

in David,Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

I think I have Titler’s block.

The title of my blog post is generally the first half of a sentence, with the opening sentence of the blog post completing the thought that was started in the heading, with the post then following along in a semi-orderly direction.

But not today.

Today I have Titler’s block and so this post will be all over the place, completely without any structure.

It is 12 noon and I have done sweet eff all this morning.

Apart from drive the totally unplanned hour long round trip to get David onto a metro bus because he missed his school bus this morning.

And seeing the suburban bus stop is next to a supermarket, I did a quick ninja shop and bought ingredients for three different meal options for tonights dinner.

Tip for young players. Do not go to the supermarket before breakfast.

I came home with canneloni and couscous, ricotta and red snakes and now that I have had breakfast I don’t feel like cooking a bloody thing.

David read my blog post , “When Magic Kisses and Wiggles Bandaids Don’t Work Anymore.”

He kissed me on the top of my head and told me he loved me, I then pushed my advantage in the mum-needs-a-love stakes and also scored a giant hug and a kiss on the eyebrow for luck.

The proton pump inhibitor (40mg pantoprazole) has taken the edge of David’s nausea so he only feels terribly seedy each morning rather than constantly on the verge of throwing up. So that is a win, sort of. We also came away with lots and lots of Panadol-Osteo, some Celebrex and a small supply of Pramin (10mg Metoclopramide) for when he is really feeling like shit.

The paracetamol seemed to take the edge of David pain levels a tiny bit, but he complained it was making him feel ill so he stopped after 2 days. We still have the big guns of the anti inflammatory Celebrex to keep as breakthrough pain relief when he is having a big flare up.

One of the difficulties in dealing with an incurable, degenerative and rare genetic condition is that the medical profession are always constantly on the back foot and being reactive rather than proactive and it is disheartening to realise that all we can really do is muddle along as best we can.

I don’t like being reactive, I am a doer, I like to be prepared and to have a plan. I am a great believer in preventative strategies and I am sure I was a glorious boy scout in a previous life.

But Ehlers Danlos Syndrome doesn’t allow for plans and preparations. Veronica managed one of her most hideous and painful dislocations while she was sitting down being still. *sigh*

So we are taking each day as it comes and our next visit to the Doctor will be to get David a referral to a psych who specialises in talking with people who are dealing with chronic pain, it would be nice if this psych was also experienced with teenagers but I am not holding my breath.

In the meantime with winter fast approaching we took advantage of a glorious autumn day last weekend to do a spot of fishing down at the river.