In response to my earlier post...
Note from PMRpro: For those of you who can't read it, here is the relevant text from about halfway down the first column:
"My own sorry story - remember, what doesn't kill you makes you whinier - began four years ago with back pain. For about a year I didn't go to my GP because I know GPs don't really know about backs, so there wasn't really any point, and also I don't like going to doctors because I always feel I am invading my privacy somehow (I'm invading my privacy here but I figure if one person, as yet undiagnosed, recognises their symptoms and is helped, that will make it all right.)
So I had this pain and then my back muscles started spasming - ask me what it felt like, it felt as if my back were having a baby and I ended up in A&E, I was given Valium, which did help, even though it meant I did keep falling asleep while working and got through quite a few keyboards (I'd fall asleep at my computer, my head would clunk down, I'd dribble ...) But the pain didn't go away, it got worse.
So, finally, off to the GP who said "We all get aches and pains" then prescribed "rest" so that was humiliating. But it got me out of the surgery. Next! Then the pain got even worse. I returned, This time I was given a prescription for antidepressants (my God) which I put straight in the bin. Next! The pain then spread across my shoulders and chest. I developed an odd hobble, (My sister said to me "Why do you walk like you're 98?, such a comfort my sister). I could not bend to put on shoes (hello Crocs) and could not take clothes on and off over my head and could not pick up anything I dropped and had to develop various hacks for, say, getting in and out of the car, and the fatigue was unbelievable. Also when I went to the shops I would pray that everything I needed was at eye level of I wouldn't be able to have it, (One day I came home with the Morning Star because it was the only paper on the rack I could reach.)
I went again to the GP - I was, in effect, disabled by now - who did refer me to rheumatology at the local hospital and I did get a letter asking me to make an appointment. But the number I was told to ring did not exist. So back to the GP where the receptionist gave me another number to try. This one just rang out. So back to the GP - this did seem like a sick joke to play on somebody who is sick - and I was given a further number to try. Hurrah, somebody picked up. But only to bark "No appointments" before hanging up. Then I stopped being able to get out of bed altogether, Body. Just. Wouldn't. Work.
To cut a long story (mercifully) short, a posher, richer family member scooped me up and delivered me to a private rheumatologist - I know, it's lucky I could afford it, although only just; have you seen the prices? - who, after listening to my symptoms, diagnosed polymyalgia rheumatica, an autoimmune disease where the body attacks its own muscles for some reason. The blood tests confirmed it because my "inflammatory markers were sky high.
I was put on steroids and for the first time in four years - in 4 years - my pain lifted, It lifted within 2 hours, in fact, and was completely gone within 48 hours. I am now right as rain, and, hopefully, once I eventually cease the steroids, the disease will be gone. But since these drugs work by reducing the efficacy of your immune system I just wish I could believe what Johnson says about the NHS being "fantastic" and all that. But sorry - I can't. "
The lady may be awared an honorary membership of this forum!