• Mind
  • Body
  • Sight
  • Hearing
  • Smell
  • Taste
  • Touch
  • Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar

Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

  • Home
  • About
    • Privacy Policy
  • What Is Scleroderma?
  • Resources
  • Show Search
Hide Search

anxiety

#24

Evelyn Herwitz · August 3, 2021 · 4 Comments

More than two years have passed since I last had a tooth extracted due to a complication of scleroderma that causes my immune system to attack the roots of my teeth. But, once again, another one had to go. This time, it was my lower front left tooth, known to dentists as #24.

I’ve had two implants so far. My dental team and I have been tracking another four teeth at risk. At my last cleaning, my hygienist noticed that 24 looked pink at the bottom, indicating the tooth was hollowing out and blood was seeping inside. An X-ray confirmed the extent of the resorption.

At that point, surprisingly, I was not experiencing any nerve pain, given the damage. A consult with my periodontist left timing of the inevitable procedure up to me. I also saw my dentist to discuss the situation, have a new panorama X-ray taken, and figure out where things stood. The other three teeth have not progressed as far, fortunately, so I’ll just continue to deal with them one at a time. But after about a month, I realized 24 was getting more sensitive. I heal faster in summer, so it was time to take care of it.

And so it was, last Wednesday, that I found myself, once again, slightly upside down in my periodontist’s exam chair, trying not to get anxious as I awaited the first shot of Novocaine. Fortunately, the topical anesthetic that preceded the shots worked expeditiously, and the Novocaine took hold quickly, too, so I was spared much discomfort. But I still hate those needles.

Since the tooth was up front, the procedure was somewhat easier than for the past two molars. Just one root instead of multiples, and no overstretching my mouth to get in the back, which is very uncomfortable. But as has been the case before, the ligaments that form a sock around the roots, making it easier to pull, were dried up, so the root was fused to my jaw and had to be drilled out.

The whole process took about an hour, half the time for previous molars. I did my best to stay in the moment, breathe, and listen to Vivaldi streaming on the music system. I recognized one of the pieces that I used to play on my violin in high school. It was a relief when my periodontist finished the last stitch and I could get out of that chair.

Residual pain, once the Novocaine wore off, was, thankfully, minimal and manageable with over-the-counter pain meds. Swelling subsided within 48 hours, thanks to a lot of icing that first day. I can eat without much trouble.

The one mistake I made was assuming the missing tooth, given that is was in my lower jaw, would not be noticeable. Alas, I look like Alfred E. Neuman, except on the bottom. So, I’m going to have a “flipper” made, which is a false tooth that is removed when you eat. Given that this whole procedure, from extraction to implant to crown, will cost about $9,000, with no insurance coverage (outrageous!), the additional $350 for the flipper seemed a drop in the bucket. I really don’t want to live with a gap in my teeth for nine months until I get the crown. I’m not letting scleroderma get the better of how I look and feel about my appearance. Some might call it vanity, but I call it self-esteem.

And there’s a silver lining. Once again, by charging payments on my travel credit card, which we always pay off at month’s end, I’ll at least get more points for whenever we can finally take another extended vacation safely, without fear of Covid complications. Hoping that’ll be at least by next April, when 24 is fully replaced.

Sooner would be better.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Image: Photo courtesy of Gratisography

Share this:

  • Share
  • Email
  • Print
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

Filed Under: Body, Mind, Taste, Touch Tagged With: anxiety, body-mind balance, managing chronic disease, tooth implant, tooth resorption, vacation

Tick-Tock

Evelyn Herwitz · February 9, 2021 · 1 Comment

Today’s announcement: I have entered the world of wearable health tech. This was not planned. In fact, it’s something I’ve avoided, because I didn’t want to obsess about how many steps I’ve taken each day. However, I learned some things from my heart study that made this a priority. So I am now wearing my new Apple Watch, which has already proven its worth.

Back in December and early January, as I’ve written previously, I did a three-week Holter monitor study, because my arrhythmia had been very active in recent months. And, as expected, the study validated my observations, fortunately with the reassuring news that my annoying arrhythmia is still within the normal range of abnormal, as it has been for decades. A nuisance, more than anything.

However, the study also recorded a more concerning development, one 15-second episode of a Type 2 Heart Block. There are two types of Type 2 Heart Blocks, and true to form, mine was the more complicated, which involves a blockage of certain electrical signals so they don’t transmit properly and the heart slows down. In my case, I had no symptoms of my heart rate slowing, because one part of my heart doubled the number of electrical signals it was sending, but only half of those transmitted, so the result was my normal heart rate.

This was rather disturbing news. I’ve known for years that scleroderma can cause changes to heart tissue over time. I had a long discussion with my cardiologist about this several weeks ago, and we agreed that I needed some way to keep monitoring my heart in case I do experience episodes of sudden light-headedness or dizziness going forward. This has happened to me on occasion over the years, but even though I felt weird, it was so infrequent that I just let it pass. The options were: (a) a mini portable ECG monitor that I could use to record readings and then email reports to him; (b) an Apple Watch, which has an ECG app that I could use to do the same; or (c) a small chest implant that would monitor my heart for three years.

The implant was a non-starter. The mini portable ECG was the most affordable, but a nuisance to carry with me all the time. So, I went for the watch. Fortunately, I could afford it. Not cheap, but a powerful little computer to wear on your wrist with many useful features.

I put the system to the test recently, when I got quite stressed one Friday evening when I was trying to reach Al and could not get hold of him (it all worked out, but it was one of those days). My arrhythmia kicked up big time, so after Al got home and all was well again, I took several ECG readings on my new watch. I picked the first and the last when I felt back to normal, and emailed the PDFs from my iPhone to my cardiologist with a note. Within a half hour, he wrote me back that these were the “okay” kind of extra beats, so no problem, but to keep him posted. We’re catching up again this Friday.

This was very reassuring. I’ve had no cause to send any more ECGs since then, but I am now learning to use my watch to track exercise. It’s always been clear to me that my heart feels better when I walk, but I’ve been avoiding it because of the cold weather. Now, however, I have a big incentive to get moving. And I have a very cool way to keep track of steps, exercise, calories burned, and general movement. Already, I’ve pushed myself out the door for walks that I wouldn’t have taken before all of this. I’ve tried out a fitness routine. And I do feel a little better for it all, so far.

It’s been a month of coming to terms, or, at least, beginning to come to terms with the fact that this very ornery disease still has some curve balls to throw at me. I have lived with scleroderma for nearly 40 years, now. I’ve been fortunate that my disease has always moved slowly enough for me to learn how to compensate. With the help of some amazing tech and a wonderful cardiologist, I intend to continue doing just that.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Share this:

  • Share
  • Email
  • Print
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

Filed Under: Body, Mind, Touch Tagged With: anxiety, Apple Watch, arrhythmia, body-mind balance, managing chronic disease, resilience

Ever Since

Evelyn Herwitz · January 12, 2021 · 2 Comments

Last Thursday afternoon I got a call from my cardiologist’s nurse. She was checking in on how I was doing with my heart study, if I’d had any issues or symptoms. So I told her that the monitor had collected plenty of data, given that my arrhythmia had been quite active at various points over recent weeks.

Especially on Wednesday, during the violent siege on our nation’s Capitol. Watching the rioters, I was horrified. I thought of my mother, now long gone, who was 10 years old in Berlin during the Reichstag Fire in February 1933 that cemented the Nazi’s rise to power.

“They’re saying it was Antifa,” the nurse told me, in a confidential tone. She began to recount the latest distortions of what we had all witnessed on live television the day before, rioters breaking into the Capitol beneath fluttering Trump banners and the Confederate flag. I tried to stop her, but she went on enthusiastically for a few minutes.

Finally, I interrupted. “No,” I said, “it was not Anitfa, it was Trump supporters who stormed the Capitol, but I don’t want to get into an argument with you about it.”

She deftly switched back to my heart study and said she would put my cardiologist on the line. I did not mention to him what she said.

But I have been thinking about it ever since.

This woman is a person with empathy. She spoke to me very kindly about my symptoms. I’m sure she’s a fine nurse. She was also spouting very dangerous rhetoric, which she clearly believes.

Words matter. Lies repeated, amplified, matter. Facts, evidence, truth, critical thinking—all matter.

So does our ability to see the humanity in each and every one of us.

I am praying for our country, for our president-elect and vice president-elect, and for a peaceful transition of power on January 20. I am praying that the maelstrom of lying and distortions will finally, finally, spin itself dry. I am praying that we can truly hear one another, seek common ground, and collaborate for the common good to solve the enormous problems facing us and the world.

After one of the darkest days in our nation’s history, let there be light.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Image: Andy Feliciotti

Share this:

  • Share
  • Email
  • Print
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

Filed Under: Body, Hearing, Mind, Sight, Touch Tagged With: anxiety, arrhythmia, managing chronic disease, resilience

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Evelyn Herwitz · March 17, 2020 · Leave a Comment

This past weekend, I flew to Philadelphia to spend a long-planned weekend with my younger daughter. We had originally intended to enjoy the Art Museum, dining out, and some quality mother-daughter time, to mark her birthday next week. I was also going as her support for a medical diagnostic procedure on Monday. But with the intensifying spread of COVID-19, the decision to travel was complex.

Driving to Philly from our home takes a good six hours. The flight takes under an hour from our local airport, which is a ten minute drive from our house. Under normal circumstances, it’s a no-brainer.

But flying is now fraught with worries about the risks of picking up the coronavirus in public spaces—and spreading it to others. My daughter was quite concerned for my health and willing to postpone my visit. I, however, was not willing to give up so easily.

Ultimately, after conferring with my long-time rheumatologist about my risks of dealing with the virus, and given that I have no coronavirus symptoms, nor have I knowingly come in contact with anyone who has traveled abroad to hot spots, I decided that I would make the trip. I took extra precautions, wearing latex gloves in the airport and on the plane, wiping down my seat belt, arm rests and head rest with disinfectants, not using the tray table. The flight is on a small American Eagle jet, and it was only a third full both ways, so no trouble staying three to six feet away from fellow passengers. No one was notably coughing.

I kept a wide berth from other travelers as I walked through and waited in airports. My daughter picked me up in Philly on Friday, and I sat a safe distance from my congenial Lyft driver on the way to the airport Monday afternoon. (I gave him a good tip, because business is understandably slow.) Al was waiting for me when my flight arrived back home.

Over the weekend, we had a very meaningful mother-daughter visit, with some important conversations about what’s happening and what could happen, a talk that could only occur in person. We ate in, took a sunny walk around the Art Museum (which was closed) and along part of the Schuylkill River Trail, did some sewing and crafts, and binge-watched Netflix series. I took her to her medical appointment, and, thankfully, all went well. Given all the uncertainty about travel in coming weeks and months, it was all the more important to visit now, when it was still possible.

Back here in Massachusetts, schools and universities are closed, restaurants and bars shuttered except for take out, and many people are now telecommuting. Public gatherings are restricted to no more than 25 people. My synagogue is closed, though conducting daily minyan via Zoom. My dentist is closed except for emergencies over the next few weeks. My weaving studio is on hiatus. My German classes are canceled this week and shifting to online next week. My gym is closed. Grocery stores and pharmacies are exempt from these restrictions, so far. Al’s work has shifted to a hybrid of work-from-home and in-person visits to his social work clients. I am well-accustomed to working from home, so my daytime schedule is status quo. Others are not so fortunate.

I’m sure that you, Dear Reader, are experiencing similar disruptions. None of us knows what is next. All I know is that I’m glad I went to see my daughter while I still could, and I’m glad I’m back home.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Share this:

  • Share
  • Email
  • Print
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

Filed Under: Body, Hearing, Mind, Sight, Taste, Touch Tagged With: anxiety, body-mind balance, COVID-19, managing chronic disease, resilience, travel

Risk Assessment

Evelyn Herwitz · March 10, 2020 · Leave a Comment

So, I’ve been wondering all weekend, what if I, what if we all have to self-isolate in response to the spread of COVID-19? The latest predictions, as confirmed cases and deaths here in the U.S. continue to climb, is that all kinds of restrictions are more than likely.

Thousands of Americans are already facing a range of constraints, from working from home for Microsoft in Seattle to cancelled classes at Columbia, Hofstra, and Yeshiva Universities in New York City—and everything, everywhere, in-between. Here in Massachusetts, a cluster of people who attended a business conference at a Boston hotel have come down with the virus, one Boston area school closed on Monday because of an infected parent, the St. Patrick’s Day parade has been cancelled, and the Governor is being peppered with questions about whether the Boston Marathon will be, too.

It just feels inevitable. The virus is already everywhere, and our lives are going to be disrupted for a while. So, what would it be like to have to stay at home (hopefully, only as a precaution, not because of having the virus, which is a whole other issue) for a couple of weeks?

Obviously, it pays now to stock up on essentials. I have all my prescriptions refilled, enough for more than a month. I have three boxes of latex gloves; plenty of canned goods, soap, and toilet paper; and enough hand sanitizer, for now. I even have a few surgical masks that I bought years ago for airplane travel, that I’ve never needed. Not as good as the N95 respirator mask, which should be saved for health professionals and people who are really at risk, but better than nothing.

Although I have some lung scarring from scleroderma, my rheumatologist tells me that it’s not significant enough to predispose me to pneumonia or make any recovery from infection more difficult. Which is a big relief. I’m certainly not going to try to test his theory, but it gives me more confidence about my risk level. Well worth asking.

So, back to my original question: what to do if I have to stay home for a couple of weeks? Fortunately, my work is already based here, so for me, unlike for many, that part is easy. Not true for Al, so we would have to absorb some income loss. I’m grateful that we could handle it, if necessary.

But two weeks is a lot of time to be stuck at home as a social precaution. One blog I read this morning actually had the best suggestion I’ve heard—learn something new. There’s plenty of free content online for perfecting a hobby you keep setting aside for lack of time, tackling that fabric stash for a sewing project, or learning another language. It’s also a good chunk of time to finally declutter your home (I’m talking to myself and my husband, here), or to read or reread those books that you never get to (and would otherwise give away because you’re decluttering).

With video chat, it’s possible to keep in touch with friends and loved ones and feel like you’re together, even when you’re not. It’s possible to organize support groups, to keep everyone’s spirits up during trying times. It’s possible to send kind and caring messages on social media, to counter all the fear and conspiracy mongering.

I certainly hope we don’t end up like Wuhan, China, or northern Italy, in government-imposed lock-down. But if we do face restrictions in movement to keep everyone safer and avoid a crush of cases that will overwhelm our health care system, then at least it’s worth considering how to make the best of a bad situation.

And, of course, there’s always Netflix.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Image: Ryan McGuire

Share this:

  • Share
  • Email
  • Print
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

Filed Under: Body, Hearing, Mind, Sight, Touch Tagged With: anxiety, body-mind balance, coronavirus, managing chronic disease, resilience

  • Go to page 1
  • Go to page 2
  • Go to page 3
  • Go to page 4
  • Go to Next Page »

Primary Sidebar

Subscribe via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to Living With Scleroderma and receive new posts by email. Subscriptions are free and I never share your address.

About the Writer

When not writing about living fully with chronic health challenges, Evelyn Herwitz helps her marketing clients tell great stories about their good works. She would love to win a MacArthur grant and write fiction all day. Read More…

Blog Archive

Recent Posts

  • Rescue Mission
  • Fleeting Moment
  • If a Tree Falls
  • Dated
  • Gotcha

I am not a doctor . . .

. . . and don’t play one on TV. While I strive for accuracy based on my 40-plus years of living with scleroderma, none of what I write should be taken as medical advice for your specific condition.

Scleroderma manifests uniquely in each individual. Please seek expert medical care. You’ll find websites with links to medical professionals in Resources.

Copyright © 2022 · Daily Dish Pro on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in