Dear all,
I was very pleased to find this forum. I have been suffering from a general feeling of drunkenness (but not the pleasant kind) for about 3 years. My right eye is not cooperating with my left, so I often rock the Marty Feldman look, giving me double vision. I am a slow waddler most of the time and the buzzy swimming feeling in my head makes me fractious and non-productive. At 56, I am not ready for the poverty of early retirement, and my 3 kids require financing through 1 x college, 1 x uni and 1 x self employed in the creative arts. As a man of a certain age, I also collect photography gear. I cannot say my hobby is photography, because that probably only needs one camera…
So, staying employed is my preferred choice. But, it is getting increasingly difficult. My company is very supportive, but I do not like delivering poor value for money.
Oh yes, the neck and shoulder pain requires no male exaggeration, and if I need to pee, there better be a loo close by.
My neurologist (makes it sound as if I own him - reality is I can only see him when the NHS planets are aligned) is ‘moving towards’ a diagnosis of MSA. The MRI with contrast suggests this - appearance of reduction in the cerebellum - I think I have their first album somewhere.
As MSA is not popular, Dr Google is not coming up with the goods for me. Obviously, as an un-trained bloke with more knowledge of washing machine programming than neurology, I still have doubts over my not-yet-set-in-stone diagnosis. That is not to say I am blinkered to an unfavourable diagnosis. I have obviously got something nasty and life limiting. But, I want to confidently look it in the eye (preferably my more disciplined left eye) and know how best to mitigate symptoms and prepare.
So, why am I doubting the well trained, smart neurologist? I have fleeting moments when symptoms subside. When I am lying down, I feel good. Yesterday, I spent the morning unable to really do anything - my head was swimming, my movements slow and awkward and my left knee continually buckled under my weight (admittedly, a shire horse may also struggle to hold me). Then around 11:30 it is though pressure was being lifted. For 2 hours I feel like my old self. I drifted into a gradual decline again after that. After a hot bath, wow, I feel like I have had a pub session with Oliver Reed.
My question is, do others also feel they are on the rollercoaster of symptoms? Do you have moments of strength and clarity within the relentless grind of sh!ttiness?
I feel only someone living with MSA, or caring for someone with MSA can answer this question with any level of certainty.