My Latest Project – Raising Awareness of Hypermobility

I’ve always been one for projects, most of them seem to involve writing. I had a project to write a novel, and I’ve accomplished that twice over with the NaNoWriMo challenge. I still want to write, but I have found something that I really want to make a difference with. I have no idea how I’ll accomplish it, but I really want to produce some lengthy piece of writing, perhaps some sort of novel if I figure out how to go about doing it, about the trials and tribulations of hypermobility and what it is like to have it. I have met so many wonderful people who suffer from the disease, and yet awareness of it is so painfully low. It is my mission to change that.

I don’t know how to turn this desire for awareness into an extended piece of writing or a potential book, but I have had an idea that I think could work. One person’s story of hypermobility could not fill a book, but if the stories of many adorned the pages of a book, people could develop a genuine understanding of the condition and those who suffer from it. So, if you are a HMS sufferer, I would love to hear your story and make it part of my project.

This idea sort of started in my mind when I was having a particularly frustrating day. I felt as if people were sceptical of my condition and didn’t think I was suffering. So in my frustration, I wrote this.

‘You don’t look you’re suffering.’

Five words which, one by one, chip away at my self-control and carefully composed persona until I snap with all the anger I’ve been hiding.

Suffering is not something that presents itself to people: it doesn’t wave outrageously to others saying ‘hey look! Here comes a person who’s suffering!’ We don’t wear t-shirts that say ‘Suffering’; we don’t have signs on our foreheads that convey to you what goes on inside our bodies.

Just because I don’t look sick doesn’t mean that I am healthy. Just because I’m not in a wheelchair, on crutches or losing my hair does not mean I’m not fighting an internal battle.

I’m a hypermobility sufferer. Don’t know what it is? Most don’t. In short, it’s a condition where the tissues that connect your joints aren’t all that good at connecting. So you’re naturally bendy. Reckon that’s good? Think again. Imagine not knowing the limits of your joints, imagine the pain, imagine how easy it can be to dislocate or partially dislocate a joint.

It’s a bit like the worst workout of your life, magnified tenfold to create exhaustion akin to nothing you’ve ever seen or felt before. And visualise for a second, this pain that resists most pain medication. Think of it as the worst headache of your life which paracetamol just won’t cure. It follows you around, like a spectre it haunts you. A malevolent presence that never leaves, to some degree it’s always there.

I find myself increasingly tiring of being told I don’t look sick and I don’t look like I’m suffering. I find myself wanting to invent an empathy machine, where someone can truly feel your pain before they reach for a judgement with their insensitive strangling hands.

And so this story is one of my own reality, where I attempt with all that I possess to deepen your understanding and change your mind. Hopefully in the end, you will begin to comprehend that people hide behind many masks, and just because they hide, it does not mean that they are not suffering.

My name is Ellis Spicer, and I refuse to remain silent.

So this is an appeal to anyone who suffers from hypermobility. I would love for you to get involved in my project, send me your story and pray that we can make a difference 🙂 This could serve as a manual for new sufferers, ways of coping, tips and tricks, it could serve as a reminder that there are others who share your pain, and it sends a clear message to all that awareness needs to be raised 🙂

I have set up an email account thehypermobilityproject@hotmail.co.uk, so if you are a sufferer, I’d love it if you could email me your story. I think it would be so valuable to have so many stories all together in one place. It can be as long or as short as you like, don’t hold back and be honest.

Some questions to consider:

  • What were your original symptoms?
  • Were you diagnosed with something else at first?
  • How have the NHS treated you?
  • How long did it take you to be diagnosed?
  • How has your condition been received by friends/family/work?
  • How do you think awareness could be raised of HMS?
  • How has having HMS affected you? In any way
  • How helpful have you found support groups and forums?
  • How do you manage your HMS?
  • What advice would you give to someone who has just been diagnosed with HMS?

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The end of the world as I know it, dun dun dun

I’m obviously being overdramatic lol. Simple thing but kind of annoying (and painful). The painkillers that I am on for my hypermobile joints have ran out and my stupid doctors are procrastinating with my repeat prescription. Its been days and it still hasn’t reached the chemists. Gah! My joints are killing me at the moment, having to rely on normal painkillers like paracetamol and ibuprofen really isn’t working :/

But, I have discovered a little golden tip for all those hypermobility sufferers out there on fairly strong painkillers that don’t seem to work, try glucosamine supplements. I’ve been taking the RDA of glucosamine for about 2-3 weeks as well as my regular painkillers my doctor gave me (which hadn’t been working) but I found that the glucosamine has made my joints feel a bit stronger and has almost strengthened the pain killing properties of the diclofenac, which is a result. The only downside is the glucosamine tablets are frigging huge, even when cut in half they are a complete pest to swallow, especially for someone who struggles to swallow tablets like me. But they’ve been working, and that’s all I can ask for.

I, along with my awesome friend Amy, have invested in the miracle invention of the onesie, otherwise known as the babygrow. We got incredibly excited about the prospect of owning one and wearing one, especially after seeing Nerdz4l’s video where she is dancing in one whilst out and about. Its hilarious and I wish I had the balls to do it myself.

Enjoy people, it is pure comedy 🙂

NaNoWriMo is going well, am on 38,824 words with 7 days to go. So less than 12,000 words later and I would have done it for the second year in a row. Its getting rather taxing if I’m honest, the excitement has gone, but I will keep on writing nonetheless.

Have a lovely evening 🙂

xx

Apologies for my absence

I do realise that I’ve had a fairly long absence from the blogosphere, but I have been busy. Had a lot of work to do for sixth form, my subjects and UCAS, as well as doing a lot of reading and preparation for my history aptitude test in November.

Emotions have been up and down as well, and have been feeling ill. I blame these new tablets the doctors have put me on for the pain my hypermobility causes. But, to be honest, I don’t appreciate being told by my GP to just “get over it”. No. I have been diagnosed by a consultant and its a recognised condition. No I will not grow out of it given that my dad is in his 40’s and still has it. Read my file next time you ignorant oaf. Obviously he didn’t seem to understand that I need to be referred back to the consultant or physio. Idiot.

But he gave me stronger tablets, which is a start I guess. They don’t work as well as I hoped they would if I’m being honest. And the side effects are quite awful. I’ve been really nauseous since being on them and my sleeping is severely messed up. Hopefully I’ll adjust to the tablets and they’ll work with minimal side effects. Quite possibly a hopeless hope.

So, stuck with pain that’s getting worse and joints so vocal they click all over the place, it would make total sense that my workload increases. Am gradually working my way through the work and am making good progress so far. So far, all I have left to do is a history aptitude test mock to be marked and some optional general studies stuff.

Am feeling the need for a girly day out in the half time, maybe up London.

And oooooh, Auschwitz in 5 days. Yippee 🙂

Xx

Amy’s Amazing Birthday Week, Damn Thumbs and Nan’s Home From Hospital

Its been a really positive week for me in parts, despite people I care about swanning off to university and leaving me here jealous of the fact I can’t go yet 😛 its also had its negative parts, but the positive parts surely outweigh the downsides.

This week has been Amy’s birthday week and its been such an awesome one. Since her birthday on Wednesday we’ve had scoffing penis cake (oh yes, Catherine’s dirty minded bakery was genius), fairy cakes, going to Prezzo’s for a meal and funny times with all the guys and girls back at Amy’s with alcohol, the pervert and the Wii 🙂 Brilliant times, I just wish I’d drank more than 2 drinks lol 😛

My thumbs have been really playing up these past 2 days, which is frustrating because I haven’t really had problems with partially dislocating my thumbs for about a year. I thought that my hypermobility had eased off a bit in that respect, but obviously not. I hate this bloody condition, its the bane of my existence and no one seems to take it seriously that I’m in constant pain. Its become so bad at the moment that simply trying to grip something, even lightly, makes it hurt all over again 😦

And I’m getting a cold, which sucks. But hopefully it doesn’t get too much worse, otherwise I shall end up really grumpy and snapping at people, which I hate doing because I hate feeling like a bitch.

Nice happy news though, my nan has been allowed to go home from hospital after having her operation. She’s a bit sore but she looks really well and is keeping positive 🙂 I just hope she can deal with my grandad worrying about her and treating her like a china doll.

Feeling completely unprepared for the History Aptitude Test on the 2nd November, and feel like no one actually knows what to do. Its a really scary thought that I’m pretty much out on my own and my application being successful rests on a good score in this test. I feel like there’s no one there to help me prepare for it and its starting to make me panic an extreme amount. Going to Oxford is my dream, it always has been since I was 13. Some people dream of becoming doctors or firemen, but all I’ve ever wanted to do is be able to study at Oxford. It would be a history nerds paradise to live and study in such a beautiful city with such a rich history, tons of books and thousands of similarly minded geeks.

Have an overwhelming urge to sleep due to my sister’s snoring on the sofa but have to stay awake as am at my nans and am becoming the only supervision for my sister, because everyone’s gone for a nap. Keeping fingers crossed for chinese later because I have a craving for chicken and sweetcorn soup (truly the food of the gods, especially with prawn crackers)

On the off chance that Catherine gives Mr Armsby the url for this blog on Monday and he finds this post. Hi Sir, I’m disappointed you couldn’t find it on your own. Welcome to my blog, feel free to violate my life and innermost thoughts. If you look far back enough you’ll see your nickname is Buzz Lightyear. Don’t think I need to explain why 😛

Xx