Firstly, I'm conscious I haven't posted in a while. 2023 has been a tumultuous and stressful year for me personally which involved a very close family member being diagnosed with cancer at the start of the year and much of my life for the next 6 months revolving around that. It's not why I'm here, but heads up this post could get a little long winded.
This is more of a warning to those of you who lead busy lives and live with pernicious anaemia / B12 deficiency. I was diagnosed in November 2020 after a desperate 9 month journey in the Australian health system left me bedridden. I battled with Dr's for the next 12 months and finally plucked up the courage to regularly SI to keep on top of my symptoms after not being able to get an injection any more frequently than once every 3 months.
For the past 12 months or more, I have been injecting once a month and didn't notice the symptoms creeping back up on me. The fatigue, insomnia, balance issues, angular cheilitis.... the list goes on. By September I was highly anxious, blacking out and crying all the time for no given reason. It felt like something inside had just 'busted'. I visited my GP and she ran all the usual blood tests and scans and they came back clear. By October I could barely function and scheduled a tele-health appointment where she ran a mental health questionnaire that I failed miserably and I was prescribed an anti-depressant. I'd been prescribed a number of SSRI's and SRNI's in the years prior to the B12 diagnosis and they had always done the complete reverse of what they were meant to. I was given Valdoxan and told it would take 4 weeks to work and we battled on for the next 6 weeks with my condition seriously deteriorating. Those weeks are mostly a blur, and I don't know how I managed to function day-to-day.
By the time I made it back into the doctor's office at the start of December I could barely walk, I struggled to breathe, my vision was blurred, I was shaking from head to toe, my whole body was operating in a state of 'flight or fight' and my head felt like cotton wool. I hadn't been able to work for 2 weeks. It's not that I didn't want to get up and get going, my body just wouldn't go. I genuinely have no idea how I drove myself to the appointment. Another series of mental health tests were run and I was given the diagnosis of severe PTSD (I had a traumatic childhood), a referral to a psychiatrist, the contact numbers for LifeLine and Beyond Blue and a prescription for Valium to help me sleep until I could get to the psychiatrist. I'd never been so low in all my life. During the course of the next 24 hours I took 4 Valium tablets and they did nothing. I couldn't sleep more than 2 hours at a time and I'd wake up in a state of panic and unable to breathe. Through all of this, I hadn't really noticed that my face was numb and I'd lost the feeling in my feet. Less than 48 hours after that appointment I lost my voice. It was then that it hit me. I'd let my B12 get too low. Loss of voice is something that regularly happened to me pre-diagnosis and post when they wouldn't inject me more than once every 3 months. It had me enduring brain scan's and dye injected MRI's, countless Dr's and ENT's. Nobody could get to the bottom of it, yet it disappeared when they started injecting B12.
For the past 3 weeks I've been injecting myself twice daily, and I feel like a whole new person. I haven't taken Valium again since that first 24 hours. I still have pins and needles in my feet but I can feel my face. I can breathe. I can think straight. I don't cry. I sleep 7 hours a night. I don't look over my shoulder every 2 mins to see who's following me. I have my voice back. I'm not running into things when I walk. I don't have continual tension headaches.
I got dealt a final blow to round off 2023 and am currently battling Covid. It's a fitting end to a year I never want to re-live, and is the reason I'm sitting here typing this and not out and about seeing the new year in as most other 35 YO Australian's are doing right now. But I'm going to be OK! I felt compelled to write this as a warning of what can happen when life gets busy and your own health takes a back seat. I know now to watch a lot more closely and monitor my symptoms so I never let it take me back to the frightening state I found myself in that first week of December 2023.
Wishing you all a safe and healthy 2024!