Hi everyone! I’ll try not to make this post to long but I’m prone to waffling, so I’ll apologise now if this ends up epically long. So, some background… I was dx with hypermobility syndrome around 20 years ago, when I was ten or eleven. As far as I know, I don’t have EDS, so that’s something at least. Starting when I was about 22 or 23, I started to experience symptoms that I would describe as having a ‘very tired’ leg, like one of my legs just wasn’t quite moving as quickly and easily as the other. In my true style, I basically ignored it for a few years, putting it down to the fact that I literally was tired from working a job that had me on my feet all day. This continued for a while, once every few months I would have this tired feeling and I continued to assume nothing was really wrong as it didn’t affect me too terribly. Until I started feeling the familiar pains in my knees that resulted in my hypermobility dx. Off to pysio I went, but since I was a lazy 20-something with better things to do, I obviously neglected my exercises. Fast forward a couple of years to the week of my 28th birthday and picture the scene… 7:30am on a rainy, miserable, cold February morning and I’m walking to work. I now work an extremely stressful desk job and I’m looking forward to being off work the following week for birthday chills - hooray! About ten minutes into my walk, the old feeling of weakness came back, only this time much worse. As I carried on, my right leg got weaker and weaker. Being hypermobile, I couldn’t control my right knee from over extending backwards and locking up. I slowed down to a snail pace, all the while the rain is getting heavier and I’m getting colder, stiffer and more distressed. I started to cry, because I didn’t know what the hell was going on (and let’s face it, no one can tell you’re crying in heavy February rain) Rather than calling my mum to come and rescue me, I persevered on, nearly tripping a fair few times as lifting my right leg started to become nearly impossible. I eventually limped into work, thoroughly drenched and feeling properly rotten. For the rest of the week, my poor mum had to ferry me back and to everywhere because I couldn’t physically walk for longer than 10 or 15 minutes. She watched me walk up and down the hall, apparently it looked like my right knee was ‘snapping’ backwards. Off to the docs I go, who confirmed I was indeed hypermobile (well… yeah) and suggested referring me for an MRI as I was also experiencing some numbness to the leg, something I had experienced a few times before, but without weakness) Eventually, it went away as suddenly as it had started. The MRI never happened and I forgot all about it. I now know this was probably my first real relapse. Almost 12 months to the day, the exact same thing happened in my opposite leg. Back to my mum being my chauffeur for the week and another GP appointment. I was referred to physio, and duly I went to my weekly appointment and did all my exercise daily. Gradually the symptoms got slightly better until one day, walking to work again, I was in so much pain in my hip that I had to go home sick. My right hand had also started to develop a strange stiffness, particularly when typing, and I was struggling to carry two mugs of tea. I rang my GP and it was suggested I go to the musculoskeletal service instead and I might ‘have a bit of fibromyalgia’. I go back to my physio who agrees they probably can’t do much more at that stage and discharge me, supporting my GP decision to go to the MSK service and probably look at rheumatology. The lovely MSK doctor and a good look at my joints, confirmed no nerve damage and sent me on my way. This was probably proper relapse number two. This year, January. I’ve just landed a new job and moved to Wales before Christmas to FINALLY be wit my long-term partner. Feeling pretty good until the Beast from the East shows up. Thankfully, Llandudno has salty sea air so the snow didn’t stick around, but man it was COLD. Something also happened that I wont go into detail about, but it caused a huge amount of stress to myself and my partner. It’s still happening, and we’re still stressed, but on with the story… Walking to work one day in January, it happened again, only this time was far worse. I was at the point where I started to wonder if a zimmer frame was a viable option before you turn 30. I was finding strategic places where I could stop and rest whilst still appearing casual. I became numb from my right shoulder blade down to my toes. Back to GP, FINALLY get referred for that MRI scan (yay!) MRI scan happens on a Sunday, Monday afternoon my GP rings to tell me to come in. I couldn’t, since I now work in Wales and my GP is still back in England, so I went the following day. My GPs words - the results are highly indicative of multiple sclerosis - this was my third and worst relapse. I didn’t cry until I got home and even then it was only for a bit, because my symptoms had a NAME, and I wasn’t going crazy, but I wonder if this could have been diagnosed several years earlier if GPs didn’t focus on the hypermobile/physio aspect… Currently, the weakness in my right side hasn’t ‘gone’, it just picks and chooses when it’ll show up and sometimes it’s not there at all! Frustrating, to say the least…