Testing and Loneliness

Well, yesterday I completed the first part of my tests while here. It I had what is called an Octreoscan. On Monday, I started laxatives and Tuesday I was injected with radioactive isotopes. Then Tuesday I had a full body scan. But my abdomen wasn't coming out good, so I was told to drink an entire bottle of Magnesium citrate. I usually have daily diarrhea because of the cortisol, or rather the lack there of, but when I come here it stops. SOOOO I went to down town and looks at kilts and over did it and that night I tried to down the entire 10 oz bottle. Last time I had to take this, I was trying to get into the Navy. I had to do it twice. I literally spent the night both times on the toilet. I couldn't get the entire bottle down this time, but the half I did get down did the job and then some. I couldn't eat meat still, and the ramen was not sitting well on the laxative all day. On top of that, I has crashed so EVERYTHING hurt. All my family was busy I guess, even Mr. Zebra didn't want to talk to me yesterday. For two days in fact. So I was felling very alone. Then during my 2nd scan, I had to hold my hands above my head for almost 2 hours. It was not a good day. I felt like I could sleep all day.
Today, was much better. A cushie from Ireland Skyped me and helped cheer me up early this morning while I was still up (2am local time). Had a cushie friend in the area come down and hang out with me. She was great (very high, like I was) and her daughter was a riot! Mrs. Zebra talked to her on the phone and wants to clone her! I took bunches of pictures and we both had a blast on the ferry! Thank you so much!
4 days left before surgery, and tomorrow Mrs. Zebra comes up from Texas! I miss her so much!

Oh, and the photo? Thats me. Im glowing. All the white specks are radioactive particles! Im super geek now! I can... well.. glow. Thats about it. And whine.

The Weary Zebra

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Fireworks

For the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to sit outside and watch the firework on Independence Day WITHOUT SWEATING!. Unfortunately, I was too pooped to make it down to the park. And it was raining off and on. So this is as close as I got. And I misjudged the distance of the fireworks when I snapped this picture because I thought this was a big as they were going to get. NOPE! But it was bitter sweet.
I got in to Seattle about 7:30 pm and missed the cafeteria here being open. So I had to either eat ramen or order out.

I ordered out. But NOTHING is open on the 4th around here except Pizza Hut. Oh well. So I ordered and decided, since it be about 2 hrs (yea, THAT busy) I would go try to find the fireworks. A nurse was opening up the 6th floor facing that way and we had about 3 couples join us. It was cool, all the sickos huddled around the window watching fireworks. The pasta got here early so I had to bolt, but it was still neat. I just really missed Mrs. Zebra. She is still in Texas, worried sick about me. I wish I could have shared it with her. It may be something we will do next year.

I couldn't sleep. Both lonely, and hot, It was hard to sleep. And teh battle between jet lag and cortisol was waged, and this time cortisol won. I didn't sleep until 2am local time (4am central) and I was up at 6:20am local time. But its nice outside. About 54°, and they are already warning of the heat wave this weekend: 84°! HA! Home away from home!

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Set In Stone

Yes, steal is a mineral and minerals are considered stones. My blog, I win.
I got the tag for my bracelet in about two weeks ago, but the bracelet I had wouldn't work so I had to order a new one. It came in yesterday. So I re-sized it (thanks Mom!) and put it together. I decided to start wearing it just to get used to it. I didn't want it bugging me while weaning. But as I put it together, the road ahead seems more solidified. It also seems long and arduous, but at least it is more clear than it was before. I have much more to go, but the crest looks to be neigh. IN 13 days, I will have my pituitary gland sliced, minced, prodded, poked at, sucked and snipped. I am ready. Lets DO EHT!

I just hope while up there, my marbles don't come out. I need those.

And Yes, my name is on my tag. Photoshop took care of that.

The Weary Zebra

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Courage

A good friend of mine and I talked over Facebook yesterday and she suggested I make a list of things I hope will happen in my life. Ive had this disease my entire life and dont know what "life" is really like with out Cushing's. But I KNOW I need this surgery so I can have some sort of chance at a "normal" life.
But this morning, I went to church.

My body said no. My body needed rest. It did not want to get out in the heat. It did not want to walk or climb stares. But I knew that I would not be able to go after surgery for quite some time. The congregation prayed over me and people actually care, even though they have no idea what is wrong. But what surprised me was that a woman stopped me on our way out. Her daughter was told she has a pituitary tumor, has nearly ALL the Cushing's symptoms, and has an endocrinologist that is messing with her. So I told her about Dr. Ludlum and his Cushie Camp and that her daughter needs to get there ASAP! I will be emailing her the info shortly.
Me having this disease has brought, including this woman, 4 people to Dr. Ludlum and closer to getting their lives back. If that is His will, so be it. I will be an ambassador of hope. And Courage. If I can do that, if I can bring others to doctors or at least to knowledge that they have a chance at getting cured, at a normal live, it makes it all worth it.
I hope...

to have children

to direct major motion pictures as well as inde films

to travel the world

to visit all my new, Cushie friends

to work and march for a better future with my comrades

to take Mrs. Zebra out dancing

to get Mrs. Zebra "cured"

to cook huge meals

to mow my own lawn

to have the energy to mod my own car

to feel like my own age

to not be winded by walking from my car to a building

to move to a cooler climate

to be happy

I love the quote in the picture above. There ARE more important things than my fear.
The Weary Zebra

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Afraid

Today I am 17 Days out from surgery. Im beginning to have some 2nd and even 3rd thoughts about it. This is battling with the rational thought that I NEED this surgery. I just thought I would get some of these out.
Im afraid I might not make it through surgery.

Im afraid my personality might change drastically.

Im afraid they wont get it all, and it will have been for nothing.

Im afraid I will get a Cerebrospinal Fluid Leak.

Im afraid of how I will feel afterwards.

Im afraid I will be an invalid.

Im afraid I will make Mrs. Zebra too jealous of my being able to stay home while she works.

Im afraid they wont find ANY tumor at all.

Im afraid we will go bankrupt because of my illness.

Im afraid Mrs. Zebra will leave me for a healthier man.

Im afraid my work will let me go because of my illness.

Im afraid of being hospitalized (though its been on my list of things to experience in this life)

Im afraid my family will become even more distant than they already are.

Im afraid of being more lonely than I am now.

Im afraid adrenal insufficiency.
Im afraid of giving myself injections.

Im afraid of weening.

Im afraid of being alone.

Im afraid I will be a burden on my father-in-law.

Im afraid no one will visit me, as is common with Cushing's.

Im afraid my pituitary will never turn back on.

Im afraid my adrenals wont ever work right again.

Im afraid I wont know what to do with myself when I AM better.

Im afraid of my life being so different afterwards.

Im afraid nothing will happen.

Im afraid the surgeon will sneeze during surgery.

Im afraid an earthquake will strike during surgery.

Im afraid of an electrical outage during surgery.

Im afraid I wont be thought of.

Im afraid.

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Hallucinations

I've talked to a few people about this and may have even touched on this before. From the people I have talked to, and the research I have done, the weird things I have seen all my life a most likely due to my high levels of cortisol. I remember growing up, and at night I would have these vivid nightmares. I still do. Thing was, and is, that I wasn't sleeping when some occurred. I remember being in 4th grade and sitting in the living room at 2am, because it was the coolest room in the house, rocking because I was having a cortisol attack, and I wasn't alone. There were people in the room behind and to my sides. Just starring at me. So I starred at the TV, watching Cartoon Network's old reruns, until my chest stopped hurting and I got sleepy again, usually around 4am.
I still have them now.
The last 5 years, we have had a black cat live with us. He has piercing eyes that shine at night. HE doesn't like to come near me. Usually stays a few feet away. Doesn't eat much. And has followed me to work a few times. When he followed me to work, it was concrete to me that the was not real. He would walk by the door to my office, and repeat the same pass over and over without regard to anyone there.
Last week, when Mrs. Zebra and I went to bed, the room changed paint, and all the furniture was rearranged all of a sudden. Nothing made sense. It scared me. Or my wife's shirt will change colors from when I look at her one minute to the next.
22 days and this bugger gets cut out!

The Weary Zebra

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Communication Disconnect

Today's blog comes to us from a good friend in the Washington area. Hopefully we will see her when we go to Seattle in 2 weeks. 

With Cushing's, there can be a huge disconnect with how we process information both input and output, especially while talking. That is why I usually like to email or instant message, or even text instead of talking on the phone or talking face to face. It has always been like this as long as I can remember, but with the tech revolution it has been easier for me to communicate my thoughts and feelings to people with tech ability. Below is what my good friend said to me, and I agree whole heartedly.

"Whenever I have to wait somewhere I organize (everything) it and write notes to myself so that when I get on the phone with these people I don't sound like an idiot. They get so irritated when you overstate what you need. I sometimes will tell them in advance when they answer. "listen..before we start I want you to know I have a brain tumor. This kind of tumor affects my thought process in a way that I can't articulate myself with a short explanation and a long explanation may even miss the point so please bear with me. It also affects me in a way that I am exhausted most of the time and I'm easily stress because I lack the proper stress and energy hormones so some of these issues weren't addressed in a timely manner. Is it possible for us to do this through IM, email, fax or snail mail so that I can get the assistance I need from another person or have time to think out your response and my answer?" I USUALLY get a decent response.

I think that when they mention that people with Cushings become reclusive that this communication problem is part of the reason. What I've noticed is that people with Cushings seem to have above average intelligence and most of us do more in a day than the average Joe does in a week - when we're sick- when we're not sick we can fit a month ... See Moreinto a week. But when we're sick something misfires in our processing. Whatever step happens between the information going out or coming in gets garbled in transition. We CAN understand and we KNOW what we want to say or do but it theres a pause for us. It makes us seem like we don't know what they mean. Most of the people around me get frustrated because they are accustomed to me being sharp. They're already talking about something else by the time I get my original response out. Some even get mad because they think I'm not paying attn. Some get frustrated because I subconsciously just keep talking while I'm waiting for the real answer to come out in order to keep them from changing the subject or having a long awkward pause or just hoping that whatever comes out will include the answer. so...I just dont start or get involved in intelligent conversations because I'm so slow."

The Weary Zebra and Friends

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