Brain Fog, Memory Loss: Memories and how to keep them…

Why Neurogenesis and taking notes are so very important.

“But I love it!” The boy is grasping his paper tube roll with all his might. It is now his prized possession. Kids are hilarious, you can buy them a $50 toy but they would rather play with the boxes they came in, or latch onto the wrapping paper tube that supplied the paper you wrapped said present in.

One of our dearest friends gifted our little man with a wrapping paper tube. This was now his only source of fun. Also, a source of annoyance and bacteria. Talking into the tube, shouting at people, using it as a megaphone of sorts. Poking people, using it as a cane, just like “Dr. House” on the television. Sticking it in muddy floorboard water in the vehicle on the trip home and licking it like an ice cream cone. Arguing that now he needs to SLEEP with it. Arguing he wants to take it everywhere with him, oh to be four again.

These are memories that would have been forever lost for me had I not written them down. Also a habit that once I formed it, I continued to do even when I was sick. They are scattered about in notebooks, stored in files on my NOTE on my phone, and various other places. Had I not formed this habit early on, I wouldn’t be able to supply you with the valuable history and information in how I navigated my chronic illness and beat my death date of 5 years. It’s been an entire YEAR from the date I was supposed to meet my demise.

I also began a log of sorts for my kids when I was given the approximation, I only got a few pages in for both of kids at home, logging memories for them that I had scattered about, until I “forgot” about that project. In hopes that if I did meet my demise, that they would have cherished memories I had written down in my own handwriting for them to keep forever. Out of all the advice I can give you parents, I pray that you listen to me on this. If you are not doing that, I beg of you to do it now, because as the old adage goes, “TOMORROW IS NEVER PROMISED.”

Yep, this is my brain, with all the black voids.

The really cool part is, I had enough gumption to keep a running list of medications, and supplements I was managing, and a list of all my doctors, neatly typed on a few sheets of paper stapled and attached to any new business cards or information I had to add to the list in my “drug purse” at all times, to take everywhere with me. This came in handy for a few ER visits, and every doctor visit I had to attend by myself, when there wasn’t a caretaker with me. It would have also been even handier had I been totally incapable of doing anything or communicating at all. **Another piece of advice for you or your loved ones if you are suffering from chronic, systemic, or fatal illness. ** My goal was to stay alive long enough, to figure it out, even if no one could do it for me. I had given up a lot of hope that anyone was going to be able to save my life before my demise, so with what little energy I had, I put all my effort into figuring out my body for myself, with my regular practitioner along for the ride. (His file on me cannot even fit in a 4-inch binder.)

Solidly I can contribute my survival on my desperate need to figure out the answers that no one seemed to be able to give me. They could placate symptoms with a ton of different drugs, but I wasn’t okay with dying, not yet. Neat little fact for the ones who don’t personally know me, I was in the automotive field for years, I have a mechanical engineering type frame of mind. If there is one thing I know for certain, there has to be a CORE issue to what was causing ALL of these issues, and even with the MRIs it still took me two years to conclude, that first and foremost my brain damage, could wholly be my issue. A friend in the medical field mentioned to me once that they had read, scientists had figured out how to regenerate brain matter. Shortly after there was another friend who birthed a son. No one knew until he started walking that something wasn’t “quite right” he had a limp. Several tests later and an MRI shown that the frontal cortex of his left brain was entirely missing, he was born that way. However, funny thing, nothing else seemed to be wrong, his brain started to rewire itself around what he was born with. If you need a sign, that was the sign I needed to not give up. I went to work researching like a mad woman, and I had the attention span of a gnat, and the big words confused me, most of it didn’t make sense, but when something did click, you bet your ass, I was taking notes on it until I came to a conclusion or a dead end, or I found a supplement to TRY to see if it would get me anywhere. I REFUSED to listen, I REFUSED to submit to a fate that I did not want, and here I am.

One thing I had to be careful about supplements was not falling for all the combination supplements out there. I had Interstitial Cystitis, I had to be very choosy about the things I put in my body, as to not aggravate my bladder. Funny thing, my bladder was the source of my heartburn, but it was also the source of my asthma. I VERY rarely ever have to use my MONTEKULAST (but I still keep it on hand, just in case) or my rescue inhaler in nearly four years. Even through the pandemic, I didn’t even need it when I got the second strain, my symptoms were very mild and short lived. I always choose supplements which I know the composition inside and out, and trust me, my feeds were blowing up with “miracle” supplements for everything. It seems so much easier to take ONE PILL, right? Nope, not this girl who’s allergic to ALL THE BULLSHIT.

My focus became figuring out how to repair my nervous system and create neurogenesis. (Or at least simulate it.) Again, I’m not a doctor, and I won’t even know until probably next year whether or not I really did anything to the white matter that is missing in that thick skull of mine. However, I do know, that I am a100% a functioning human compared to where I was at in 2019. I still do have massive migraines and headaches from time to time (I like to think that it’s just brain matter growing back, I don’t care if it’s denial. I’m stubborn). Mast Cell Activation will be a thing forever as far as I know. I still have fibromyalgia (at times) it keeps getting less and less though, Interstitial Cystitis may be something I will have forever, and a little neuropathy, I am able to navigate all of these successfully without outside help of prescription medications, and I’m damn proud of that. I’m here TODAY in the process of writing a book, a blog, and teach others there is HOPE, and you don’t always have to submit to placating yourself with a bunch of crazy medications the doctors hand you if you don’t really have to or want to. My favorite part of all of it, I can read and understand, and REMEMBER everything except TWO years, where I have to almost rely solely on most of my notes. MIND OVER MATTER PEOPLE!!! Quite literally, I have more mind than matter, I believe. Ha!

“NEUROGENESIS – DEFINITION

the birth of new neurons. Although most neurogenesis occurs before birth, it is also recognized to continue into adulthood in at least two areas: the hippocampus and the subventricular zone.”

https://neuroscientificallychallenged.com/glossary/neurogenesis

Allergic to Yoga…

If you ever wanted an excuse to be allergic to exercise, Mast Cell Activation Syndrome and Fibromyalgia are your friends.

Desperate for answers I employed a friend to follow me to this giant diagnostic hospital for answers. My family physician thought it would be time for me to visit a Rheumatologist. Considering the options that I was running out of, I opted for the closest facility.

Neat fact, I should have opted to be dumped at the front door, because just getting to where we needed to be in that building I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I do have to say, my friend opted to get me a wheelchair, but I’m a little stubborn about resorting to that when my legs aren’t broken, they just hurt ALOT. By the time we got to the waiting area, I have nothing left in my reserves, exertion of any sort would make me sleep for days. I wanted to cut off my feet they hurt so bad. When I would get overheated, I couldn’t breathe, I’d break out in a weird rash, sweats, EVERYTHING on my body HURT. I was lucky if I wasn’t having Parkinson’s like tremoring, and walking with all the physical pain on top of the random neurological symptoms was HARD. I was 40 at this time, (before my actual dementia diagnosis I believe) and I’m hunched over with a dementia type gait, because my nervous system has had ENOUGH, I’m shuffling around like I’m 80-90 yrs. old like I’d lived my best life already, I’m just getting started!

I got to visit the doctor along with my huge 4″ binder file that was forwarded to them before I even attended the facility. I was sent for random testing, then the Rheumatologist walks in starts poking me, and talking with me, and EVERYTHING she touched hurt. Oh…you have Fibromyalgia. Oh great, I thought to myself. This doctor quickly leaves the room and informs me I’m to see another person at another facility in an hour. “ANOTHER DIAGNOSIS, that people think is a load of total nonsense”, I thought to myself. (I only had a few believers in my small circle of loved ones that I was even ill at all.) I used to be one of those people that didn’t believe Fibromyalgia was a thing. In a few short minutes I was ever so sorry for EVER thinking that way, because when you look at people with chronic illness, sometimes YOU HAVE NO IDEA there’s anything wrong, and now I WAS ONE OF THOSE PATIENTS, talk about eating a HUGE PIECE OF HUMBLE PIE.

Clarification is needed at this moment in time. Apparently when your brain shrinks and you start to have pain issues like I have, your brain is the central (computer) of your nervous system. It runs all of the things, including the nervous system that is all those tiny wires that go all the way to your fingertips, toes, and in your skin. Well, when they get mad…. you’re just done. Just sleep is what my neurologist had told me. The only thing that will make it calm down is to hit the reset button on your personal computer (brain) so it’s time you sleep. Let me tell you, SLEEP was my OTHER hobby already, but the guy isn’t lying. (Note: When I mean sleep, I was taking naps throughout the day, because I had some insane insomnia at night, I was not actually getting a full 8 hours of restful sleep a night and that IS WAY MORE IMPORTANT than napping.) Later on, I would figure out that sleep is a big deal when you are basically experiencing neurological pain and neuroinflammatory processes, but I wouldn’t learn that for a long time later.

Back to the whole big diagnostic hospital event…. they sent me to see the actual REAL NURSE RATCHED in the flesh. At least that’s what my friend and I named her. I sat in front of this woman, as she spoke down to me like I WAS SEEKING MEDS. I had already told her my journey, and shared with her I WAS ALLERGIC to all said NARCOTICS, and ALL I WANT IS MY LIFE BACK, and explained to her, that I NEVER SIT STILL until I got sick. I WANT MY LIFE BACK without the drugs! This woman for real, asked me straight up, “Have you tried YOGA?!” I don’t remember the colorful things that followed but I did sum it up, we are wasting each other’s time and left. I WAS SO ALLERGIC TO HER JABBER, I just wanted to go home.

“People with fibromyalgia experienced significant pain and fatigue in the exercising muscle during recovery from low-intensity and short-duration resistance exercise, with greater pain during concentric contractions.” states the PubMed website.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/37384640/

Observational Study posted about Localized Pain and Fatigue During Recovery From Submaximal Resistance Exercise in People With Fibromyalgia

The stress just made me hurt worse, and I was over the day, and so was my friend to be honest. Obviously, that physician isn’t aware that Mast Cell Activation Syndrome makes you ALLERGIC to exercise and physical exertion. (Little did I know that basically, Fibromyalgia gave you the same symptoms after exertion too.) I guess I feel as though our medical system is flawed because when new illnesses are identified there should be some type of education about it, and there is. Some people receive it, others do not, that goes for both patients and physicians; there’s a disconnect. However, it’s the free will of the physicians you employ on whether or not they choose to continue to educate themselves and indulge in educating you in the illnesses you are diagnosed with. In this particular experience, I received a diagnosis with no education, then sent to Nurse Ratched to ask me if I had tried yoga, with no backstory or education as to why I needed it, or the benefits to it and the diagnosis I had just received a few hours before. I was confused, tired, angry, and in excruciating pain, just to make the trip and the walk into these facilities to see these people.

Remember, physicians can be hired and fired too, and you can get second opinions. Just because you have seen one doesn’t always mean you take their word as the written word of some saint in a book like the Bible. Trust your instincts and will to live!

Looking back on this experience, it was the start of when I began educating myself. In hindsight, I just got so mad that I still knew nothing when I left. Indirectly, it sent me into a domino effect of healing. First, I started reading, that was neurological stimulation even if I read only one paragraph a day, if you know, you know that brain fog is no joke. This in turn exercised my brain just enough to remain in the real world long enough to continue to strive for another few paragraphs the next day, until I was reading solidly again. Second, I did figure out that any type of exercise is better than no exercise, whether its walking in a pool, doing a sauna, just light stretching, or yoga, or simply going grocery shopping it stimulates oxygen in the brain and that was particularly important for my central nervous system. Do I exercise? NO, but I did force myself to remain as active as my body would allow, and even now I still overdo it, and have to sleep for a day or two. Has the pain improved? Absolutely! It doesn’t happen overnight, but out of pure stubbornness you got to start somewhere, right? I did.