There is absolutely no point in forcing yourself to write a personal blog if you have more important things to worry about, and those worries have been the reason behind the long absence between posts. I have missed this blog dearly; although I knew it was helping me I didn’t realise quite how much until writer’s block hit and life got somewhat in the way. That’s not to say I haven’t had time – I’ve had plenty, more than I can begin to visualise – but that time has been taken up with difficult sleeping habits, medicine regimes, appointments, depression… I’ve experienced the full range of, well, everything recently.
Seronegative symmetrical psoriatic arthritis. Somehow, even the name sounds complicated.
Throughout the past couple of years I’ve often wondered how I would feel if it did all turn out to be real. For even though I’ve had very clear physical symptoms and (eventually) positive X-rays and an MRI, there has always been a small voice in my head saying, “but you lie. You always lie”. All the doctors who wouldn’t listen and the people who suggested it may just be overreaction on my part… they were wrong, and I was right. It’s a strange feeling for somebody who isn’t used to being right.
Now feels like the right time to begin writing again. A month after my diagnosis, and I’m just about beginning to pull things together. There’s a lot to concentrate on – I’ve been put back on steroids (Prednisolone, this time) and have also been put on a course of Methotrexate, along with Fentanyl patches (which refuse to stick in this heatwave but otherwise they’ve been fantastic at dealing with the ankle pain) and codeine still if I need it. I have varying specialists dealing with my case, a nurse, and am also attending a pain clinic for physiotherapy, counselling and relaxation, as well as any medications/pain relief if needed. Everybody has been lovely, from the rheumatologist who diagnosed me to the occupational therapist I saw on Friday morning. The difference from simply changing hospitals has been enormous, and I’m so thankful to my GP for understanding why I no longer had any faith in our hospital. The time from first seeing the new rheumatology team to diagnosis was two months. My local hospital achieved nothing except further damage in over two whole years, all because they never scanned me.
I haven’t quite accepted the diagnosis yet; I suspect it’ll take while. Although I knew something was wrong and even though I considered inflammatory arthritis as a possibility for a long time, nothing quite feels real yet. However, I don’t feel the sense of hopelessness which has dogged me for months and months; a weight has definitely lifted, even if newer weights have been added at the same time.
I am trying not to look at the past year as a waste, but I must confess to feeling resentful; I spent a year unable to walk without extreme pain – and, over recent months, have been unable to walk at all and have spent my days indoors relying on crutches to get to the toilet) – and I do feel cheated. All it would have taken was an MRI. All they had to do was listen to my history. They didn’t though, and as a consequence I have lost a year of my life to pain.
It’s hard to know where to start rebuilding.
- The beast has a name (halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com)
- What Type of Doctor is a Rheumatologist? (arthritis.answers.com)
- The Different Types of Arthritis (orthopedics.answers.com)
- Diagnosis: Psoriatic Arthritis (fourthofjulie.wordpress.com)
- I’ve Been Putting On My Own Underwear For 16 Years But Arthritis Still Makes Decisions For Me (bandgeekbella.wordpress.com)
- Psoriatic Arthritis: Diagnoses, Treatment and Prognosis (arthritis.answers.com)
- My RA experience (jilliankball.wordpress.com)
- Side Effects Bring On The Sweats (fibrofella.wordpress.com)