Intro, part 3: My diagnosis

After my breakdown (during which an ex literally had to hold my hands to stop me from slashing my wrists), I went straight to my GP, who I had actually only met once before when I’d thrown my back out two years prior.

Initially, it appeared that I was just suffering from severe depression. I was put on 20mg of Citalopram. It didn’t work. My dose was doubled, twice, and eventually, 4 months later, when the depression had lifted, but the “side effects” (fatigue, muscle pain and weakness, sleep disruption) were still all too present, I was switched onto Fluoxetine (aka. Prozac). I continued to feel better emotionally, but consistently worse physically. New symptoms appeared everyday. After 3 months and a dose increase, I took the decision to stop taking them. They seemed to be amplifying the physical symptoms, and I was even more of a zombie than usual.

At this point, my GP raised the possibility with me that it could be CFS (among other things). I agreed, since my mother had been saying for some months that she was sure that was what it was. We began a litany of blood, urine and stool tests, several rounds, which left me feeling completely drained. Each time I would hope the tests would come back showing something else, and even my GP tested for rheumatoid arthritis on three different occasions, so convinced that she was that it was the culprit.

Of course, nothing showed up. I tested borderline for thyroid problems, which lead to a very painful biopsy, which came to nowt. I ran the gauntlet of food and environmental allergy tests, and showed a couple of things (which I’ll cover in a later post), but nothing that could be causing my symptoms. Finally, after all the avenues available to her were exhausted, I was referred to my local immunopathology clinic. I’m still waiting for my appointment.

In the meantime, I only have a questionable diagnosis. My GP, being a general practitioner rather than a specialist, is unwilling to officially confirm the disagnosis. Hopefully, the immunopath clinic will be able to settle the debate once and for all. Until then, I am just another unwell person, waiting for help.

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~ by surprisingme on March 17, 2010.

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