I was on a two hour drive back from my Rheumatologist's office yesterday and I amused myself by thinking about some of the crazier aspects of having PMR (Jeff Foxworthy style to the Americans in the forum). I came up with a few personal examples and hope some of you will add a few more
If you've ever found yourself using a broom to knock the coffee can out of the overhead cupboard that just a few weeks ago was within easy reach...well...you might have PMR.
If you've ever, however briefly, considered calling emergency services (911 here in the States) to tell them "I have fallen into the kitty litter and I can't get out!"...then, yes, you might have PMR.
If you've ever googled "tilt-a-bed" imagining a bed that will roll side to side, gently helping you to roll out of bed in the morning, only to find that "tilt-a-beds" are the beds that are wired to spring back into a secret wall cubby in the morning, and find the imagery of yourself stuck in that bed absolutely terrifying...then...that's a sign you have PMR.
Upon the pharmacy tech telling you that your refill is limited to 10 tablets because they are running low on prednisone, if you stand there in quiet shock, all while imagining yourself leaping across the counter, grabbing them by the shoulders and yelling "Don't you understand what that MEANS????"...then you very well could have PMR.
If you've ever addressed your bottle of little white prednisone tablets with "Come to Mommy my little preeeeettyyyy!"...well that's quite decent sign you have PMR.