This post outlines how my diagnosis came about and why I’m feeling a little more positive.
I’d been ‘unwell’ for a while, backwards and forwards to the GP with various symptoms that collectively were having a real impact on my life.
First, I was told it was pernicious anaemia. That was some time in 2015. I was beyond exhausted and my B12 level was 112. GP gave me cobalamin which made very little difference so agreed to give me a B12 shot every 8 weeks. Vitamin D was low too but oral supplements seemed to help a bit.
Despite still not feeling right, I didn’t have the strength to fight so accepted that I was being treated appropriately and tried to get on with life as best as I could.
As well as acute fatigue, depression and anxiety, my blood pressure was through the roof and so I was given perindopril to take daily.
In November last year I attended a birthday party for an elderly relative. She was 85 and in a care home so it wasn’t the sort of party I was used to attending. What I mean is, there was tea and cake and plenty of polite conversation - nothing strenuous or over-indulgent.
I stayed in a nearby hotel and when I woke in the morning, felt like I had slept funny or the mattress didn’t suit me. I was stiff and achy. I took a painkiller and tried to sleep it off. When I awoke for the second time, I couldn’t move. Seriously, I was in agony. My legs wouldn’t move. I had a shooting pain in my groin/hip and just couldn’t lift my leg from the bed.
Instead of Christmas shopping as planned, we decided to drive home. It took ages to walk to the car, I had to drag my leg as I couldn’t lift it off the floor. I felt every lump in the road and pothole on the journey home.
Once home, I took some stronger painkillers and tried to sleep it off again. The pain was making me feel sick and I just wanted to go to sleep. Unfortunately, the pain didn’t ease at all so the following morning I got an emergency GP appointment and she sent me to A&E with a suspected broken hip.
After a long wait and some ‘prodding’ I was given some crutches and told nothing was broken. Only a combination of co codamol and morphine made the pain bearable so I was sent home with both. Over the next few weeks/months I had various tests - blood, ECG, gastroscopy, etc to rule out different conditions. I’d done some googling myself and thought my symptoms suggested I might have PMR but because I was only 46, it seemed unlikely. Eventually after having a good reaction to a daily dose of 50mg of prednisolone a Rheumatologist confirmed I had PMR.
Until that point I had developed additional pain in my shoulders and thighs. I was still dragging my left leg - in fact (don’t laugh) it was more comfortable for me to walk backwards so I was ‘moonwalking’ everywhere! The morphine was keeping the pain under control but was making me very sleepy. Thank goodness my boss was understanding and let me work flexibly when I felt able to.
So, over the last 9/10 months I’ve reduced the steroids from 50 to 10mg. I attempted 9 and 10 on alternate days but that caused a huge flare up and so I’m back up to 20mg 😢
Life is tough. It’s as much as I can do to get through the day. As soon as I’ve finished work I’m in bed and resting for the next day. I don’t really live, I just exist. And because no one can see the illness I get the impression people think I’m lazy or unsociable as I often cancel or decline social events.
Yesterday I met some fellow sufferers at my local PMRGCUK meeting and no longer feel like I’m facing this alone. Everyone seems to get support and strength from each other and I learnt a lot in the few hours I was there. So rather than feeling that life is pointless, I’m feeling more positive about the future and will dig deep and fight this horrible condition.
The biggest thing I took away from the meeting is that’s it’s ok (if not essential) to rest and be kind to yourself. I can try and get the people around me to understand how PMR affects me and that just because I might look ok, doesn’t mean I feel it. If they don’t get it (or choose not to), that’s their problem and I’m not going to let it bother me. I’m doing my best to reduce my medication but know it will take time.
To anyone just starting their journey, stay strong and seek support from people in your area. It’s the best thing I’ve done! 😁