So utterly f’d off. Just had letter from my neuro telling me that as the MRI from January and the peripheral nerve conduction tests last month were all fine, I’ve been discharged back to my gp. No diagnosis given, just a suggestion that the GP prescribes nortriptypline, gabapentin or pregabalin for paraethesia and neuropathic pain. I only saw him for a 15 minute appointment last November, before things became really bad. I spent 5 weeks thinking that my life was over, and while I am now much better, I’m still not right, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know anything.
I wanted a copy of my MRI, but I’ve been told that I had to ask the neurologist about it next time I see him.
Physiotherapy have told me that they can do nothing to help the remaining weakness in my leg and partial foot drop until I’ve had my review appointment with the neuro (they can’t do anything without knowing if its neurological or functional).
GP told me that I need to discuss the numb areas of skin on my spine with the neuro, and ask if there is a link with the hydromyelia they found in my spine.
GP also told me to ask neuro if there’s any link between the chronic carpal tunnel syndrome I have in both hands, the cubital tunnel syndrome I have in my left arm (all recently diagnosed by GP), and the nuerological symptoms the neuro already knows about.
My other GP has had me keeping a symptom diary so that I can show the neurologist the range of problems I’ve been having.
In short, every other health professional involved has assumed that I would see the neurologist more than once during this whole sordid affair.
What is really worrying me is, what do I do next time? For the last 3 years now, I have been unable to do my Christmas shopping because of fatigue and bizarre things happening to my right leg. If it happens again, I am in no doubt that I will lose my job. No diagnosis=not really ill=no legal protection, or at least it does when you’re on zero hour contracts.
My life insurance policy is due up next year. I know that they will now exclude all neurological cover in it, which will leave my children no protection if I can’t work.
So fed up. I want to be properly better or properly ill. I can’t stand much more of this. Can’t even phone my hubby up to tell him, because I know if I try to say the words out loud, I’ll just start sobbing. This is so not ‘Ms Independent, Bright-side of everything’ me!
Paula