So I guess I got up to the point where my mum takes me to the GP. I feel so bad that I am crying, the GP then suggests in all seriousness the ptosis is being caused by depression. At which point my mum loses the plot just a little. She asks him without a word of a lie “are you a fucking wanker? How the hell is depression causing her eye to drop? Shes depressed because her eye has dropped and she feels like shit and you aren’t doing anything about it. We want a referral to a consultant now.” So the GP who is a little taken back by my mothers straight talking says ok I will send her to an ear nose and throat specialist. My mum is like why???” She needs to see a neurologist.” All the time I am sniggering into my handkerchief, I swear to god in all my 33 years I have never and I mean never ever seen my mum behave in this way. Shes like a lioness protecting a cub. GP agrees also gives me the test results to the MRI scan that I had a few days earlier as Im losing the ability to grip and my hands are going numb. He says the scan is clear – but my mum had to make him ring up the centre for the results as they weren’t at the surgery. You could tell the GP really wasn’t used to someone standing up to him and was only in it for the money the patients had been forgotten a long time ago. Actually this muppet had nearly killed me in 1998 by telling me I had irritable bowel syndrome when I actually had an obstructed bowel and bowel adhesion’s. But you trust them….Drs… even when they nearly kill you.
So I get referred to a consultant neurologist. I have brought eleven pages of a4 notes with me entitled the history of the mystery.. catchy! We go to the nuffield clinic, where we are late being seen. So even if you pay through the nose you don’t really get treated any better. The Dr, a lady this time has very little personality, but I have learnt that neurologists don’t really ooze warmth. She did actually listen but Im yet to understand why my occupation is any great deal to them. Yes I know they are trying to rule out environmental factors, but I have one of those jobs for one of those companies where people think that you don’t have to be particularly bright to do it. The fact that I am responsible for over 120 staff and sales of a million pounds a week doesn’t seem to mean anything.
The lady neurologist gives me a very thorough neurological exam, the first one I have had since January, its now June. My blood pressure is up through the roof which is unusual for me but then I’m scared. I think that she is going to tell me I have a brain tumour, I mean that’s why you lose the feeling in your arms and hands. She outlines what I definitely don’t have. I don’t have a tumour, I don’t have MS. However she thinks I could have diabetes, an aneurysm, or it could be something called Occular Myasthenia.I dismiss the last one as I have never heard of it. Plus she tells me that the condition isn’t painful. I later discover that if your muscles aren’t holding your skeleton in place correctly its bloody painful enough for you to be self administering morphine. Which to fellow myasthenics you shouldn’t do… its a muscle relaxant and could theoretically stop you breathing. The Dr wants a whole range of bloods taken. She says nonchalantly i expect your GP has ordered all these before but I would really like you to have them again. I tell her I haven’t had any bloods done. She does that Dr eye roll thing, the one where it would be unprofessional to say that your colleague is a lazy muppet. I see that quite a few more times over the next 12 months.
I have the blood tests and get the results. I have high cholesterol its 7.2, my neighbour next door who is in her 40s has had a stroke her cholesterol was 5.9 and shes on statins. I ask the receptionist if the GP wants to do anything about the cholesterol. She says no. Well that’s shocking isn’t it, my GP wants to continue to be paid for doing nothing!!! My blood sugar is fine its a 4. I am told that as long as its below a 6 its fine, however I check on the diabetes web site. I am rapidly losing faith in my GP. Now the important test for Myasthenia, they fucked up. They labeled the bloods incorrectly despite me bringing along the consultants letter and the nurse ringing the lab. So I am rescheduled for the test, the results take 3 weeks. I am anti body negative. I presume I don’t have Myasthenia, well I can’t have Ive never heard of it.