Showing posts with label dysautonomia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dysautonomia. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

September 22: FIrst Dysautonomia Support Group in Los Angeles


by Dr. Margaret Aranda


For an amazing and novel, inspirational time with salty snacks too, please come join us as we host the first Dysautonomia Support Group in Los Angeles.


The panel includes me as Patient and Advocate, Speaker and Expert (because I have it). I plan to skip church and rest in bed all day to make it, and I hope that those of you in Huntington Beach, L.A., Irvine, Fullerton, Pomona, and surrounding inland areas can come make it a day, too.

Caregivers and family members are welcomed, as long as the patient approves.


Now let's talk some Real Life here.
There will be refreshments (salty ones), drinks, and I'll even do 
a Giveaway of my book, No MoreTears: A Physician Turned Patient Inspires Recovery


Be a part of life, part of the solution, and part of mentoring those who are new at this.
Together, we are strong!


Friday, August 16, 2013

Dysautonomia/POTS


by Dr. Margaret Aranda


To understand either dysautonomia or POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome), one needs to know that these are disorders of the Autonomic Nervous System (ANS). The ANS automatically performs many functions that you don't have to think about. This includes things like:

*     The digestion of your food
*     Your blood pressure
*     Your heart rate
*     Keeping blood going to your brain whenever you stand up
*     Telling you when your urinary bladder is full, and when you need to urinate
*     Holding in your stool until you can find a restroom
*     The erection of your penis

With the many different types of dysautonomias, of which orthostatic hypotension and POTS are just two types, the primary complaint is "almost passing out" (i.e., pre-syncope)  or "passing out" (syncope). One feels a typical 'headrush' but it can be quite profound, as if someone is pulling one's hair down to the ground. It is typical for a patient to undergo a 'gray-out', and retreat to a bed immediately. Many of the patients are young females who would much rather trade in their disease for a pair of high heels and go dancing. Yet it is a diagnosis that is frustrating to the doctors, who are usually quite stumped, and who are unable to come up with an ICD Code and a diagnosis. Some simply tell the woman, "There's nothing wrong with you." Some blame it on hormones, on stress, or on 'PTSD'. Some call us a 'malingerer' to our faces, because we Look Good. 

(Shhhh! We look good while we are laying in bed! It's that little thing called Gravity that bothers us. We stand up ~ we faint.) The definitive diagnosis is the gold standard Tilt Table Test (TTT), where one gets velcroed to a Herman the Munster table, then gradually tilted upwards until one passes out. I passed out for 22 sec. So, I was one of the lucky ones that got a diagnosis. And it only took 6 months, 30 doctors, and 20 hospitalizations. The doctors wanted to send me to a nursing home, and I think they thought I would just die. I said the magic words, "You don't even have a diagnosis." And that saved me. If I wasn't a doctor, I would not have known the 'magic words' to say.

The treatment plan includes noninvasive devices such as Jobst stockings (20-30 mmHg pressure), Spanx(R) from abdomen to lower thigh, midodrine alpha-1 agonist to push the blood pressure up, fluorinef mineralosteroid to help retain salt, which helps retain water, and a high salt  diet. I lived on an iv for 3 1/2 years to get fluid 60 ml/hr, and I weaned myself off (with my doctor's permission) by going down 1 cc every 2 days and increasing my oral intake). I still go to the ER sometimes for 1 liter of Normal Saline iv fluid. My Caregivers say it turns me into a "completely different person." I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment ;-), but I do feel lots better with iv fluid. 

I can sit up for about 2 hours at a time, I can walk one flight of stairs at home where I can hold on to both sides, and we have wheelchair ramps at every door entrance to the house. I can walk a short distance, usually holding on to someone, because of the brain injury and my imbalance when I walk. I'm glad I met so many wonderful people after having this horrible disease, and now I hope to do all that I can to meet the challenge that lies before us: to make things better for the next generation.

And sure, it's Women Helping Women. There is a gap in Health Care for us. We need to catch up. That's what the Medi-Basket(TM) is for: Keeping you In the Community and Out of the ER or the Hospital. Because virtually all of us learn to hate the ER. We know. We've been there.


Medical Disclaimer: Not meant as medical advice, treatment, or cure for any one individual patient. Before making any changes to your nutrition, supplement, or medication, check with your doctor first. Your doctor may want to evaluate you in person, so that (s)he can track your changes as you move on to a healthier lifestyle.



REFERENCES:
1.    http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK400/
2.    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysautonomia
3.   http://heartdisease.about.com/cs/womensissues/a/dysautonomia.htm
4.   http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1501099/
5.   http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/23122672
6.   http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2669599/
7.  http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3361090/
8.  http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3295536/



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Saturday, July 4, 2009

4th of July

Dysautonomia is an uncommon word to the usual doctors. It represents a case wherein there is dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system (ANS) such that basic, unconscious functions like respiration, heart rate, and blood pressure are simply 'no longer' regulating basic life functions, as is usual. The pathophysiology of Dysautonomia seems to lead the patient to resent the medical profession for 'not believing' the patient, for not putting a constellation of symptoms together that point to this diagnosis, and one last thing. It is my personal experience, since I eventually was diagnosed by David S. Cannom, M.D., a famous cardiologist at Good Samaritan Hospital in downtown Los Angeles. 

Today, as with every day, we did the best we could do. We visited a single parent and there is nothing like seeing the grandchildren and the grandfather sitting together. There is just something that tells the child that this person, this grandparent, is an avid advocate for the child. Sure, every child needs to feel special and it is my thought that every child should be someone's 'favorite' little person. Someone has to be there to make every little person know that he/she is special. So, let them spoil the children. They must learn what it feels like to have someone fall in love with them and teach him/her the standards of extreme love.

I needed a nap because I could not lift my head up. I drank and drank and because of grandmother's cooking, and I also ate and ate. Why does grandmother's food always taste so good? The sleep was wonderful, and then a bit of a blurry hurry was needed to get back home. My heart rate raced several times today, especially upon the completion of climbing the last landing of stairs. I feel as if the climbing redistributes blood so that my muscles get more blood supply. It is almost as if I can feel the blood leaving my head, in order to perfuse my lower legs. Ohhhh.......only 3 stairs left. I am out of breathe, tachypneic. Two more stairs, then one more stair. I walk as fast as I can with my head down. I dive into my bed. Here, I lift my legs to send a nice bolus of blood from the legs to my brain. Slowly, some very very small blood vessels are getting one hemoglobin molecule through one capillary trail. Oxygen is being delivered by this method. Slowly, my brain begins to realize that it is getting more blood. Drop by drop, heartbeat by heartbeat, the panic in my suffocation is replaced by simply being in the horizontal position. Laying down. It just feels so pleasant to lie down. No having to get a  head rush whenever I sit or stand. 

I know I can live with this, especially because now I have been off a continuous iv infusion for almost 4 months. I just have to listen to my body. If the sun is out, I have to hide from it because of sun poisoning. So my visits, my destinations, and my trips are surrounded. They are surrounded by pills and more pills, gel for this, drink water for that, wear stockings in a heat wave for survival...and yes. Thank God for one more day, and one more chance to be kind to my mother. I know she helps me be a better person. I want to be like her, when I grow up.