I’m in my early 40s and have never been married or had children. I have had one night stands, short term relationships and long term relationships, all of which have been flavored by technology. Oh, yeah, and I have some crazy chronic diseases that can be really challenging and not very sexy.
Up to this point I have lived a very fulfilling and sometimes wild life. When I was 16, I left home to live on the campus of a public school for the arts, where students aged 16-18 finished out their junior and senior years surrounded by six different art disciplines including dance, theater, music, visual, literary and media, and none of the school’s funding was funneled away to sports. We had to pass requirements including auditions and tests in order to attend. This was the first place in my life up to this point where I felt like I could throw myself into adventures head first and feel truly confident in my choices.
From 18-21, I spent three spring-fall seasons on Mackinac Island in Michigan to earn money and gain experience. For those of you not familiar with the island, there aren’t any motorized vehicles allowed of any variety save the lone ambulance and police car. The main mode of transportation is bicycle and there are hundreds of working horses who are also responsible for hauling people and goods around. I met a lot of European workers who are sponsored every year by business owners on the island who like to have people with British accents acting as sales clerks for their stores.
When I was 21, a good friend and I took some time to travel and camp around the U.S. I knew I was going to pick a new place to live, but I wasn’t sure where. I seriously considered Hilton Head Island and Nashville, but when I ran out of money in Albuquerque, that’s where I landed.
Albuquerque is where my dating really started coming alive. I was a mid-Westerner transplanted in a city with a demographic very much different from what I grew up with – suddenly, I was exotic! Eventually I started dating a man who I moved in with and then quickly relocated to Cincinnati with under somewhat questionable circumstances. After a few years, he and I parted ways, and it wasn’t long before I seriously dated another man and we moved in together. Things did not go well with that one – eventually I’ll refer to him as Drummer #1, just keep your eyes peeled – and I decided that it was time to move back to the southwest.
I had many, many dating adventures for 11 years while living in Phoenix. Luckily the internet has provided me an endless pool of candidates to choose from.
So that’s the dating portion in a nutshell. But just like John Irving’s books where one isn’t just a doctor, but a doctor with an addiction to ether, my dating is tempered by physical illnesses and limitations.
When I was a small child, approximately 3 years of age, I started experiencing bouts of alopecia areata. My hair would fall out in completely round, bare patches without explanation. Up to the age of 23 I would lose up to six spots randomly around my head about the size of a quarter each, and I would just have to be careful about wearing pony tails or pulling my hair back. The great irony is that my father (who passed away from a heart attack when I was 22) was a hair stylist, and these patches would send him into fits. He would always ask me what I was doing to myself to make these patches of hair fall out – which was nothing, because it’s my immune system attacking my hair follicles thinking that the hair is a foreign invader and making the follicles dormant. At 23, I suddenly lost about 50% of my hair, with great, big patches as large as decks of playing cards falling out within days. I went to a dermatologist every three weeks to get steroids injected in my scalp to try to get the immune system to back off – 75 shots, one shot at a time. If you ask me I can tell you where it’s relatively okay to get shots and where you will want to punch your doctor in the throat if he pokes those spots that are especially tender. It’s recommended that you only do that for about 6 months, but I did it for four years and got additional shots of steroids in my behind to try to keep my hair. Then one weekend, when I was about 27, my hair started falling out even faster so that clumps were left on my pillow. I started wearing wigs that weekend and eventually shaved off the few clumps of hair that clung to my head. You know that baby with the sprouts of hair in the Grinch? That was me, just a few antennae sticking up until I buzzed them off. I have been completely bald without an active hair follicle in sight on my head or my body (except, wait for it….my big toes!!! Why couldn’t I have kept my eye lashes?) since the fall of 2002. Once you develop alopecia universalis, there is no hope of going back. So I’m bald.
In 2005, I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, another autoimmune disease in addition to the alopecia. My body has developed antibodies that attack the thyroid because, again, it thinks it’s a foreign invader. I have been on varying doses of thyroid medications including Armour, which is made of ground up pig thyroids, as well as Cytomel, a synthetic T3, and Synthroid, a synthetic T4. The biggest problem I have with this condition is that it makes it really, really hard for me to lose weight, and adds to my fatigue.
Since around age 23-24 I have had the diagnosis of fibromyalgia. This is a disease that is still being researched – at least, I hope so, because I hate the thought of doctors just throwing their arms up in the air – and it seems to follow autoimmune conditions closely. It is possible to have, say, lupus as well as fibromyalgia, but it’s sometimes hard to differentiate between the diseases because their symptoms overlap. Sometimes you’re bone-crushingly tired but you can’t say if it’s the Hashimoto’s or the fibromyalgia giving you trouble. There is a lot of documentation out there now, so if you’ve never heard of it, or if you have but haven’t paid attention, shame on you. Besides making me tired and feeling like I have perma-flu, there’s other challenges like not wanting to scratch an itch at the inside of my knee – usually it feels like a hot poker if I touch a certain area. My hips and lower back are also very tender, so when the doctor presses them and says, “Does this hurt?”, I flail and jump in a very unfunny way. Fibromyalgia is also the reason for the last 17 years that I have hired moving men every time I have relocated. If I don’t, I will end up in bed for a week.
Most recently and completely debilitating is something I developed in the fall of 2009. I had a constant rocking sensation, and also ended up in the ER with an excruciatingly painful and stiff neck with no explanation. In July 2010 I suddenly came down with crushing fatigue and vertigo, and my vision became blurred. After a week my head started nodding uncontrollably, my feet turned inward when I walked, my blood pressure skyrocketed, my cortisol levels showed as being 10 times the norm, and my forehead and left eye became paralyzed. I have been tested for everything under the sun, or so it feels. We ruled out MS, RA, Lupus, secondary tremors, Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, Chiari malformation, or scleroderma. It took me visiting about 36 doctors to try to find about 4 that would help me, with even the world-famous Mayo clinic in both Rochester, MN and Phoenix turning me down because they didn’t understand my symptoms. Quoting from their letter to me: “[W]e are unlikely to make a definitive diagnosis or come up with a definitive treatment for [the patient’s] unusual symptom complex.”
In July 2011, I had a shunt placed surgically that continuously removes fluid from my brain so it doesn’t build up and press on my nerves and cerebellum or I lose most of my vision and ability to walk. Making matters more complicated is that I appear to be having an allergic or autoimmune reaction to the shunts that have been implanted to drain the fluid. My body builds up an obnoxious amount of scar tissue around the shunt and eventually clogs it, so that I have had to have multiple surgeries to replace the shunts. To date I have had 10 surgeries in 46 months, with the most recent one failing two weeks after surgery on May 11, 2015. I am violently allergic to nickel, which is used in shunts that have metal in them, so I now have an all-silicone shunt.
I was laid off from a job in February of 2015 that allowed me to remain employed much longer than I could have ever hoped for because I was able to work from bed and prop the work laptop on my stomach to get my work done. My family convinced me to move back to Minnesota so they can help care for me. I had to sell my house, say goodbye to good friends, kiss warmth and sunshine goodbye, and become established with a new team of doctors in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area. Since I’m entering a dating pool back in my home state much older than I was the first time around, I’m betting that I’m going to have more good stories to relay.
After seeing about 14 doctors in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, I made an appointment with a naturopath to try to deal with my fibromyalgia issues that seemed to be amplified because of the time I have had to spend in bed. She encouraged me to get a Lyme test; I thought that it was another waste of time and money, because I had previously been living in the southwest, not an area known to have a lot of Lyme cases (only 53 reported to the CDC from Arizona, to be exact). It just figures that my tests came back positive.
The traditional western doctors who have continued to see me at this point – admittedly only 3 who have not told me to go away and don’t come back – don’t think I have Lyme, but aren’t sure what I have, and so I still get the diagnosis of “rare disease.”
Also starting in June of 2016, I started seeing the famous Dr. Afrin at the University of Minnesota and getting tested for mast cell activation syndrome, or MCAS. Basically, I have super allergies. I always seemed to be hyper allergic to things that only seemed to be mildly irritating to “normal” allergy sufferers, and more than a few times I had anaphylactic reactions that appeared to come out of nowhere requiring emergency trips and adrenaline shots. Dr. Afrin thinks I am a classic case and that my neurological issues and CSF pooling may even be related, but it may take up to three years to complete testing and find the perfect combination of medications to make my life more comfortable; there is no cure. MCAS has only been studied for the last 8 years and there is much to learn, including many subclassifications and why certain patients react favorably to pharmaceutical cocktails better than others.
My case for disability continues to be denied even though I must remain in bed for 20-22 hours every day to keep the pressure off of my brain when I’m upright because no doctors will actually step up and advocate for me, and the government won’t recognize disability if there’s no diagnosis and therefore no prognosis of length of disability or possibility of recovery. I forwarded an article from the CDC to my decidedly unenthusiastic attorney hoping to light a little fire under his ass with the argument saying that if one branch of our government recognizes that resources are limited and should be expanded for people living with rare and undiagnosed diseases, then it should carry over to Social Security when they make their decision about me and my unusual case. Key word: SHOULD. Read the article here.
By the way, if at any time you are tempted to tell me, “Why don’t you just ________?” in regards to dealing with my health, DON’T. I am the expert on my body. I am the one who has done all of the research up to this point and have used all of my five minutes with each doctor to present my strongest arguments and beg them to help me. Believe me when I say that I have considered every option. Believe me when I say that I have already thought of whatever is crossing your mind and it doesn’t apply to me.
So sit back and enjoy my tales of woe in the dating world spiced up by my bald head and partially paralyzed face.