A bit of a head scratcher

Those of you who have been reading my blog right from the start will be well versed in my journey with attempting to get a diagnosis of Myasthenia Gravis, I was diagnosed with it in 2007, that diagnosis was removed in 2009. Since then on a couple of occasions I have had major issues with Ptosis and generalised muscle weakness and ended up being tested all over again. On every occasion it has  come back negative. So you could have knocked me down with a feather ( twice)  today when Myasthenia Gravis was mentioned.

I gave up long ago trying to find answers for why there are days I can’t take a deep breath . Why I struggle with repetitive movements and then find myself unable to move the affected limb. Why I am always battling this more in the summer than the winter. It seemed every time I mentioned Myasthenia Gravis I was laughed at by the medical profession and given another BS diagnosis. Now it isn’t that I want this condition, I could really do without daily ptosis unilaterally or bilaterally. I could do without the fact that all the time my mind is willing to do stuff but my body frequently lets me down and I am unable to do stuff because my body simply won’t move .

The last time I was investigated for it in either 2017-2018, I was told I had idiopathic hemifacial spasms. Which my then PoTS consultant laughed his head off at as it was very clear that the right side of my face wasn’t in spasm but was paralysed. In fact evry medic who has seen the photo’s has said that isn’t a facial spasm, basically the whole right side of my face droops making me look like i have had a stroke. From then on my PoTS wrote in my medical letters that I had a neurological disorder as yet undiagnosed. No more mention of MG. 

I left the diagnosis alone, there was nothing to be gained by continually going on about a diagnosis that all tests repeatedly kept saying I didn’t have. It made me look like I was only interested in getting that diagnosis and that I was “making” my symptoms up. I didn’t want to be considered a faker / malingerer / sufferer of somatization disorder. So I just shut up about it. Mentioning MG compromised my medical care, so I learned it wasn’t a battle worth fighting anymore. Despite the fact that I was always positive on the icepack test, following a doctors finger with my eyes causing nystagmus and a sustained upwards gaze causing ptosis. Because some doctors believed I was faking all those symptoms. To keep going on about it made me look like I was mentally ill. Sometimes you just have to let shit go and trust at some point no matter how long it takes someone believes you.

This morning I had to attend the major hospital near me, for the ongoing issues with my neck. The doctor was chatting to me and said about my medical history so I took him through EDS and the severe autonomic nervous system dysfunction. He then had a look at his screen and said “well what about your Myasthenia Gravis? That is quite serious”. If I hadn’t been wearing my migralense glasses and a face mask, he might have seen the look of shock on my face. I was for a second temporarily stunned into silence. I said answering honestly and in the least sarcastic way I could, “well the MG thing has been going on for years and the jury is still out on whether or not I have it, I take mestinon to help treat my PoTS and it also takes care of the ptosis and muscle weakness so I just get on with it.”. Nothing more was said.

He then went through my prescription medications and I said to him, “oh I also have home oxygen”. He asked me why I have that, so I replied ” I can desaturate very quickly sometimes or struggle to breathe, now that could be because of the undiagnosed Myasthenia Gravis or it could be the issues with my autonomic nervous system or a combination of both.” Again my reply was noted and nothing more said. I have had my oxygen machine for at least 10 years now. No one has ever attempted to remove it even though I have no one overseeing my care with it. 

As part of my physical exam the doctor did some neurological tests. I had to follow his finger with my eyes. Now not deliberately I promise you ( I woke up with a horrific migraine this morning and almost cancelled the hospital appointment ) I forgot to take my mid morning dose of mestinon, so I was feeling shit because my blood pressure was plummeting and sumatriptan was making me feel fatigued.  He made me follow his finger, well I must have looked bizarre as my eyes just couldn’t keep up. I got nystagmus and my eyes were rolling around in my head. I knew he was surprised as he did the same movement several times, each time it produced the same result. It surprised me if I am honest.

 I know that nystagmus during the neurological exam can be an indicator of MG. Obviously years ago I did lots of research on the subject to educate myself as I had never heard of MG when I was originally diagnosed with it. But I still wasn’t expecting it to happen when I had to follow this doctor’s finger. For so long I have ignored the symptoms I have and blamed them on other things or even accused myself of putting them on that when they happen like that it still has the ability to surprise me.

I never said anything at the hospital. Again I have learned it is better to keep your mouth shut and act like a dumb blonde than to look like you have spent hours on the internet researching stuff. It doesn’t do you any favours and again “appearing to know more than I should” has been held against me previously so I stopped doing it. There was nothing to gain from having the knowledge if the doctors assumed that you were faking your symptoms to get a diagnosis – which I wasn’t let me be clear. If I had any control over my life I would not have been ill health retired in 2008 giving up a career I loved, losing my financial independence, losing my ability to walk on Woodbury common, being socially isolated for long stretches. There was nothing to gain by me becoming sick and just so much to lose.

The second mention of Myasthenia Gravis came this afternoon. I got a summons for Jury service this week, which is a physical impossibility for me. I contacted my doctors surgery expecting them to do me a fit note / medical certificate. Instead they have printed off my Patient Summary Hospital Print out, which lists all my current prescription medications and my medical conditions. On the top line of the section marked Active Major Problems is Myasthenia  Gravis. It has the word probable alongside it but it hasn’t been updated since 2011 but that is at least a year after the diagnosis was removed. I also changed gp surgeries in 2011 so I am confused that if it is a clerical error why it has simply been repeated when they would have had that information in front of them saying that diagnosis had been removed in either 2010 or 2009. The diagnosis was poo pooed again in either 2017 or 2018. So why is it on this patient summary and being used by the gp practice and the hospital?

But it would also explain why the doctor at the hospital was talking about this as I am guessing this information would have been attached to my referral. It has me scratching my head. Does it mean they think I have a probable diagnosis of MG? Is it a clerical error? Because if it is there have been multiple opportunities to correct this. So many hospital letters etc all saying it isn’t MG. I am sat here just thinking WTF?

I don’t want to open up a can of worms by asking what that diagnosis is doing there as I have previously suffered serious breathing problems and was blue lighted to hospital where it was suspected that I was on the verge of or maybe having a myasthenic crisis. To have that removed and then suffer from major breathing difficulties again would be just my luck and the hospital writing it off as a panic attack or anxiety could be dangerous.

It is a bizarre place to be when someone brings up a diagnosis that you long ago thought was off your records. It is strange what is on these records as on the Majory Inactive side are a Diagnostic endoscopic examination of Right Knee joint surgery form 1988 – a life time ago!  Acute Pyelonephritis ( kidney infection) in 1999 ( I actually think that date is wrong as it was 2009 I was in hospital with that).  Laparotomy and division of band adhesion 8th July 1998. Again that one feels like a life time ago and it was an utterly hideous experience and very, very painful.

So I am sat here scratching my head again, do I say something and get a couple of errors corrected when I haven’t had access to all my notes and have no idea what information those entries have been based on or do I just leave it ? I just am clueless as to what to do.

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Last week was a bit of a nightmare. I was so fatigued it was ridiculous. I was sleeping hours but still felt like a zombie when I awoke. My legs felt like they were made of lead. My brain was sending the messages to them to move but they would refuse, causing me to fall over. When I could move them they felt as if they were made of lead. Climbing the stairs (which I limit anyway) felt like I was scaling mount Everest. Then on Tuesday afternoon, I recognised a feeling that I haven’t had in a long time. My face, eyelid and eyebrow were beginning to drop. I ended up going to bed for a lie down and slept for three hours. When I awoke the feeling was gone and I was relieved to have dodged a bullet. But I hadn’t, when I woke up on Wednesday morning this had happened.

 

 

Now I have a level of Ptosis everyday, normally unless you were specifically looking for it you wouldn’t know it was there. My eyelid droops to where the pupil starts to become obscured. That level of Ptosis I can cope with, it doesn’t affect my vision and it doesn’t tend to make me feel unwell.

Wednesday morning I woke up feeling horrendous, arms and legs both felt like they were made of lead. I was dizzy and due to my eye being nearly completely closed I couldn’t see very well. My forehead felt as if it was being ripped in two, with my left eyebrow arching in an attempt to keep the right eye open, only it was failing miserably. After a couple of hours I decided this really wasn’t worth the hassle of trying to stay out of bed. At 8am (I had risen at 6am) I gave up, took some HuzerpineA (like a herbal Mestinon as I can’t tolerate the real stuff) and set my alarm for 9am hoping when I woke up the Ptosis would be gone.

 

I gave myself an hour as like Mestinon this stuff takes about 20-30 minutes to get working. Plus I was also having a friend over, so needed to be washed and dressed before she arrived. I naively thought an hour in bed would be the magic cure. What an idiot! When it’s bad like this even proper Mestinon can fail to work. I should have realised when my alarm went off, that this was not a good day. I never fall straight back to sleep after being up for a few hours. I messaged the friend to advise them I would have to cancel, something I hate doing as it means I have knackered their plans for the day. She was absolutely fine about it but it doesn’t stop the guilt over cancelling. I text my husband to let him know I would be staying in bed for the day and that I might need him home if things got worse. I then went straight back to sleep.

 

Most of Wednesday was spent asleep if I am honest, I have a few brief periods awake mainly to get something to eat and have a cigarette. The fact that I was so utterly incapacitated scared me. This reminded me of the bad old days when I first got sick in 2007. How I had gone from working full-time to a year later being ill-health retired. I hadn’t been this sick what I call MG sick in years. Probably close to nine years, so you can imagine my shock, when this came totally out of the blue.

 

Thursday I woke up feeling an awful lot better but then by the afternoon was back in bed on home oxygen. I couldn’t take a deep breath in, as my chest just felt like it couldn’t expand. This really scared me as I have been blue lighted to hospital barely conscious due to breathing difficulties. This was exactly how it had started in 2008, I tried to walk across the lounge floor but stumbled as my legs wouldn’t work properly. The following day whilst hubby was out getting some shopping (helpfully forgetting to take his mobile phone) I had collapsed unable to take a proper breath in. I’d had to call 999 myself, trying to stay calm whilst the supply of oxygen in the house felt like it was running out.

There have only been a few times in my life I have been utterly terrified by my symptoms and that was one of them. I ended up being wheeled straight into resus, placed on oxygen running at 15 litres a minute and I still had very poor oxygen saturation. They  discussed with me about putting me into a medically induced coma and putting me on a ventilator. They wanted Jay to be at the hospital, I now realise it may have been to say goodbye, at the time I was oblivious and said he had to look after the dogs. I look back now and it moves me to tears. I wasn’t frightened at the time I was just exhausted from not being able to breathe.

 

I had all this running through my head again on Thursday, thankfully within two hours I was feeling much better but I had to spend the rest of the day in bed.

Gradually I have improved and back to my normal (but limited) levels of activity. However I am still having days where my arms and legs are refusing to work the way that they should. Today I was trying to do stuff around the house and I kept falling over my own feet as they felt as if they were stuck to the floor every time I went to move. I have started choking again (frequently) on fluids, something which hasn’t happened in a really long time.

It’s frustrating that despite in many aspects of my health improving a great deal, no more headaches, much less joint pain since giving up dairy, that this has started up again after leaving me alone for such a long time. Thankfully I have a hospital consultants appointment coming up at the end of next month and I will be able to discuss it with him then. I think it maybe time to bring up the possibility of Myasthenia Gravis again as seronegative MG seems to be much more accepted than it was ten years ago.

 

This song was going through my mind the whole of Wednesday and Thursday