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Having felt really low and pretty much resigned to a miserable existence for the rest of my life I'm starting to feel more positive again. Reading up about Chronic Fatigue and the importance of pacing made a lot of sense and, whilst it seems obvious with hindsight, one of the key points is that mental exertion also causes fatigue and overdoing it can make brain fog worse. Thus, I'm going to stop beating myself up about uni work and not push myself doing it because it's making things worse. Bottom line is I have a serious medical condition and it's a miracle I get out of bed each day, let alone try and read academic texts - the assignments will be done when they're done.
I attended a really great webinar organised by the University of Leicester Hospital on Long Covid hosted by a really wonderful doctor who restored my faith in the medical profession. Lots of great advice and potential treatments - acupuncture's apparently good for it. Pacing came up again - the bottom line seems to be get the pacing right and get treatment and you can make a recovery. Don't expect a cure but a better quality of life is possible.
It also summed up the issue with the area I live in. Essentially there are three pathways for treatment - within the community (i.e. self-care), basic physio/counselling and then a third pathway for the severe cases (people like me effectively!) where you get sent to specialist centres. The issue is that there is no specialist centre where I live. The local hospital has an arrangement with King's College Hospital in London as, being so close to London, it makes sense to not split resources but they've flat out refused to take people with Long Covid from outside their area so I'm left with nothing. However, the doctor who gave the talk said it is possible to get referred to their specialist pain clinic in Leicester which has a specialism in chronic fatigue. Once the MRI comes back I'm going to push for that. I still find it disgusting that no doctors locally care at all about how much I've deteriorated and I've effectively got to get advice from doctors giving online talks because mine are so useless!
Bottom line is - I'd basically given up but I'm going to keep fighting! Oh and the council got back and they're going to do an assessment re care needs and my housing situation given I'm unable to leave the house due to where it is due to wheelchair inaccessibility and I've found some jeans that work well so some little victories as well! It's just frustrating that it's a postcode lottery when it comes to whether you get proper medical care.
I attended a really great webinar organised by the University of Leicester Hospital on Long Covid hosted by a really wonderful doctor who restored my faith in the medical profession. Lots of great advice and potential treatments - acupuncture's apparently good for it. Pacing came up again - the bottom line seems to be get the pacing right and get treatment and you can make a recovery. Don't expect a cure but a better quality of life is possible.
It also summed up the issue with the area I live in. Essentially there are three pathways for treatment - within the community (i.e. self-care), basic physio/counselling and then a third pathway for the severe cases (people like me effectively!) where you get sent to specialist centres. The issue is that there is no specialist centre where I live. The local hospital has an arrangement with King's College Hospital in London as, being so close to London, it makes sense to not split resources but they've flat out refused to take people with Long Covid from outside their area so I'm left with nothing. However, the doctor who gave the talk said it is possible to get referred to their specialist pain clinic in Leicester which has a specialism in chronic fatigue. Once the MRI comes back I'm going to push for that. I still find it disgusting that no doctors locally care at all about how much I've deteriorated and I've effectively got to get advice from doctors giving online talks because mine are so useless!
Bottom line is - I'd basically given up but I'm going to keep fighting! Oh and the council got back and they're going to do an assessment re care needs and my housing situation given I'm unable to leave the house due to where it is due to wheelchair inaccessibility and I've found some jeans that work well so some little victories as well! It's just frustrating that it's a postcode lottery when it comes to whether you get proper medical care.