2 Years Later...

So, it's been awhile! But, I moved here in August 2015 and have been fairly dormant (via this blog) since then and I'm back by popular demand. 

I think over the course of the last two years, I have experienced every single emotion on the spectrum from completely miserable to absolutely euphoric (in the least schizophrenic way possible). For those of you looking for a very quick catch up and are new to my blog, here's a very quick synopsis of my life over the last 5 years:

2013: Burnt out from work after working insane hours. Started getting mysterious (and horrible chronic pain). Had to leave New York from my job as a design manager and move in with my parents. Bad nights turned into bad months. Bad months turned into a bad year. Gained a shit ton of weight. Finally, after being on the brink of completely losing my mind several times, got a diagnosis from a brilliant neurologist (Dr. Gerwin) at Johns Hopkins: Chronic Myofascial Pain Syndrome, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome-Hypermobility, Mast Cell Activation Disorder, Hypothyroidism, POTS (which came about a year later but just lumping it in, because why not). (See tab above for explanations.) Creep back to the beginning of my blog for all the details of my life and tips for how I dealt with it.

2014(ish): This year was mostly a blur. Felt like a human guinea pig for most of it. Lots of trial and error of medications, therapies, injections (read as: nightmare), tears, fighting with my mother. Things got worse before they got better and eventually started getting better. Saw a fantastic geneticist at GBMC (Dr. Francomano) who now runs EDNF (see charity tab). Hung out with my dog a lot. As things got better, mother suggested taking some photoshop classes once in awhile at community college. Three days later (after furiously researching), I suggested a Masters in London. After much debate (and possibly a powerpoint), they agreed. This was the best test to try my independence, get back on my feet (with great assistance) and try to get a job. I got into my top choice program.

2015: Just terrifying. So much planning, so much researching. Lots of OT, lots of doubting and existential crises. "Could I handle it? Was I going to be okay?"

When I moved in August and started classes, it was a whirlwind of anxiety and adrenaline (which is apparently what I'm 97% comprised of). Everything hurt. Everything. I was pretty much secretly wearing braces all the time.

Me and my dad's first afternoon tea.

Two days a week was even rough, but I LOVED it. I loved London, I loved my new friends, my masters program. But the change was completely overwhelming. It was hard to switch my brain after two years of watching Family Guy to do real work again. But I had a disability advisor and a contract of disability benefits with the school and the city, which I will talk about later in a separate post. I was scared of how the people in my class would respond to my special "handicap" treatment without seeing physical ailment. Turned out, nobody cared and the only two other Americans in my class were also on disability.

Girls from my program and I out for a GNO karaoke night.

Overtime, things got easier and a piece of me started to feel like my old self. I thought, if I'm going to have to deal with all the misery my health brings me, I may as well love every other aspect of my life--and I did (still do). Dealing with social stuff and containing my over-ambitiousness and overly-opportunistic personality was hard and still is. My best friend came to visit. We went to Paris. I had a pain related temper tantrum, but other than that, an amazing time.

2016: The best and worst year combined thus far. Started consulting for my future (/current) boss for a collaborative unit for my MA. Things got BUSY. I took on a lot of work and had two other massive classes and my thesis proposal. Went to Istanbul for fun/work with my mom. Went to Moscow to do a photoshoot for a friend/school project. Went to Normandy to stay at friend's country house for the weekend. Boss offered me a conditional job offer for my dream position (pending I passed my MA, we got the work visa and I could keep myself healthy.) Presented my thesis proposal and promptly ended up in the hospital with pneumonia after. 

Istanbul with momma.

Photoshoot time.

Dinner in Normandy

My adorable friend Thomas visiting and entertaining me in the hospital.

The hospital came at the worst time. This was right when I was supposed to write my thesis. Boss came to bring me flowers and told me to go home for a month to relax. And I felt better, but once I got back continued to work and write my thesis. On New Year's Eve, I finished my thesis and graduated with Merit. 

2017: Started working (without writing--which was a total luxury). Moved to a new flat (which was completely exhausting. Made it on to the BBC to talk about snail venom as a pain analgesic (...who knew!?) Am almost working full time--I am slowly working up to it. My boss has been really lovely and flexible about the whole thing. Work has, so far, been really beneficial. I'm able to mostly work from home and keep to a schedule that fits for me. It's helping me manage my time and get myself in a routine to take care of my pain at the same time. This is something I'll talk more about later. 

But, just in the last few weeks, I've gone to Paris for work, done a photoshoot (with another one the week after next) with some very exciting things coming. There are honestly some hard bits too but I am really starting to feel like a semi-normal person. I am still having pain all the time and take all the same medications and still do monthly injections en masse, but overtime it seems like things are generally getting better.

I have a million things I want to write about with different tips, products, lists, funny stories and insight I want to continue to talk about. Sometimes I still genuinely can't believe I got here and didn't faint and fall in a ditch somewhere. So now that things are calming down, there should be plenty to come!

xx, E

My New Life as a 90% Normal Human Being: London

Since my move to London, I am entirely positive I have experienced every emotion one (semi) stable person could ever experience. My days have spanned from desperation, frustration and anger to overwhelming happiness to the point of tears.

Regardless of the emotions, this transition seems to be a very good move for me. Admittedly, I am overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed by anything and everything. When you go from literally laying on your back, stuck in a house by yourself for 2 years in the middle of nowhere to starting a masters program in a new country with old and new friends, semblance of a love life and everything else that comes along with it, things tend to be overwhelming. I can't deny between moments of pure bliss have been complete panic attacks and existential crises. But I think any "normal" person with my given conditions (both general and medical) would.

But, none of that matters. I am grateful. I am grateful every time I would out of my gorgeous flat and turn a corner and find myself among some gorgeous architecture or a museum I've never seen before. And I am proud of myself that I got this far. Reflecting on the last two years has not been easy. Rehashing every dark thought I had previously assumed I buried and repressed has been forced out. Turns out I'm lot less together than I thought I was. My doctors have been spectacular. Yes, doctors--all 6 of them. One for everything. Did anyone know that's not a cheap thing to do here...casually have 6 private doctors? Turns out the NHS does not cater to the chronically ill.

London is clean, quiet and (aside from not being able to ride the tube) let's me live at my pace. I don't feel hurried like I did in New York. People are generally friendly and open-minded/progressive about disability.

I feel like I also need to mention the support I've received not just from school, but specifically the people in program. My course leader suggested I share my story with a few people, so I posted my Huffington Post article within our own Facebook group. The feedback has truly humbled me. No one pities me, puts me on a pedestal, or a freak--I am just treated with respect, like a normal human being and, psychologically, that has made a big difference. No one cares (in a good way) that I am disabled- I am just part of the group. Not always feeling the need to explain and letting people just accept me the way I am has been such a relief.

Regarding my pain, there has, of course, still been flares and they never come as a good time (but then again, when is a good time?). But, now I have a handy bag of tricks for literally everything and it's not so bad. My doctors are prescribing all my meds. I am working out my injections. I have had some interviews/meetings with some MAJOR companies. I am also going a group project related to disability, so of course I will be talking about that when it's all done!

Sometimes, I can't deny that I am even astounded by how far I've come. I was just explaining to another person in my program that 2 years ago, I couldn't sit in a chair for more than 10 minutes without bursting into tears from pain. Now I am sitting in chairs for 8 hours, maybe not every day, but I'm getting there. My life has come to as close to "normal" as it can and I am just enjoying it. Of course I am still and maybe will always be somewhat in pain all the time, but now I am making it work to adapt to my schedule and not the other way around. Tomorrow is a sushi party with a few girls from my program (+Cards Against Humanity and Twister---which is made for EDS, FYI), Saturday possibly a date and Sunday is brunch with an old London-born FIT friend.

Once I get a few big projects out of the way, there will be more time to write and more to come on HuffPost. I have so many more tips and hints. I think I have enough information to right a novel at this point...(publishers, feel free to email me.)

All for now, 2:40AM.

xx, E

Dysautonomia International Research Update: POTS, EDS, MCAS Genetics

Dysautonomia International Research Update: POTS, EDS, MCAS Genetics

Hi guys, here's an amazing video from someone at NIH with an update on the link between my now, 3 diagnoses. It has been great here so far and I have been insanely busy acclimating to everything but it's all good news and I promise soon to update you all on what's been happening!

xx, E