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Trust me, I’m a Doctor…..

November 28th…

We do trust our doctors, literally with our lives. They are learned, experienced and we happily trot along to see them, safe in the knowledge that they will cure our ills with a wave of their pen..

Until they mess up. And mess up. And mess up again… Slowly but surely I have lost my whole-of-life, total, blind-faith in the medical profession and instead am now full of mistrust, criticism and oft-times, disdain.

Having been ill now for roughly 8 years (discounting the CFS I’ve had since I was about 12, following a bout of Glandular Fever), and still being officially undiagnosed, I think I have the right to feel this way. Dont get me wrong, I LOVE the NHS.. having lived in Spain for 5 years, I appreciate our fantastic system and hard-working professionals. I threw my rose-tinted glasses away and stamped on them though, about a year ago.

I have had “weirdness” now for the past 8 years.. shaking, numb patches, dizziness and vision disturbances being the worst of my problems. I’ve had various tests and have always been sent away with “we don’t know what it is, maybe stress?” Last year I added pain in my hands and feet to my symptoms and again, consulted a doctor. This one did blood tests and found my inflammation levels to be high and so referred me to a Rheumatologist. I was living in Kent at the time and duly attended to be told that I showed classic symptoms of Rheumatoid Arthritis but they needed some more tests to be sure. Due to family illness, I moved to Bedfordshire at this time but returned to Kent to have full body bone-scans last November.

Results came in.. but as I had moved, I was discharged from my Rheumatologist in Kent and the test results were posted.. and never arrived. I remember phoning the Kent hospital at least 4 times, each time I was given the promise that the results would be re-sent to my GP, each time they weren’t. In the meantime, I managed to convince my GP that my foot pain had worsened and that I should see a Rheumatologist at my local hospital. At that time he started me on medication for Rheumatoid Arthritis as he too believed that was the cause of my problems.

I arrived at the hospital, full of hope that either the results from Kent would have arrived and show something up, or that I would be diagnosed/treated at last. The doctor was an ass. I don’t say that lightly. To be fair, he didn’t have my results but barely examined me, kept asking if he knew me as I looked so familiar and sent me on my way with a referral to Psychology as I obviously had “a woman of your age’s aches and pains”.

I was beside myself. I made it out of his office and to the stairs, where I sat and cried my heart out with frustration, humiliation and despair. You KNOW when there is something wrong with your body, I believe that 100%. The Psychology appointment letter arrived so I wrote to reject it, making a point of stating that I knew the “specialist” was wrong in his diagnosis. #mybad (it seems that we are not “allowed” to self-diagnose nor disagree with our doctors).

I digress.. shortly after, I received a letter from my GP asking me to make an appointment at which I was told they had finally received my files from Kent. Halelluliah.. I had Hallux Rigidus (arthritis) of my big, right toe. At last I had a name for the pain, even though its kinda hard to pronounce : )

In March I saw an orthopedic surgeon who told me I needed a Chilectomy (bone shave to remove the excess bone growth on my toe) and added me to his waiting list. I waited. I waited some more. I developed pain in my left toe and worsening pain in the whole of my right foot. I waited on.. In April I hurt my neck while putting a trampoline together, I called the emergency doctor out one night as it was so painful, hot and swollen. He gave me painkillers and sleeping pills.. ahhhhh… sleep…

In June, after much nagging, I was re-referred to the orthopedics department as I was so concerned about the deterioration in my right foot and felt that the bone shave would be a waste of time and money as the bone was growing so fast. I am certain that unless the cause of the problem was treated, the bone growth would continue. The consultant disagreed, didn’t take any new X-Rays and sent me off with a flea in his ear for wasting his time.

Since then my GP has performed acupuncture, signed me off work, taken me off the arthritis meds (as they were damaging my liver) and upped my painkillers several times. In August I was seen by a different specialist surgeon for my left foot, who agreed with me that I need a different operation on my right one and then proceeded to discharge me accidentally.

So here I am, months later and now barely able to walk. My neck is on fire as are my feet and I am in constant, severe pain. Tomorrow I will finally see a Rheumatologist about my neck, on Wednesday I have an appointment with the specialist foot surgeon, having been re-referred after breaking down in the GP’s office a month ago. Hope is in sight again..

My Son and I….

I am Chaosgerbil on Twitter, here are the pieces about myself and my son and how we all cope with our disabilities.

Myself :-

In the past I have worked in retail, manual labour on the railways replacing track etc, done a job where I was driving up to a thousand miles a week to get to various sites and taught karate.

All of those things are definitely in the past now as I find it increasingly difficult to even leave the house. My problems started when I was 18 and dislocated my knee, the surgeon explained that my kneecaps sit too high in their joints and are very loose. Over the years I have had multiple full dislocations of both knees
and partial ‘slips’. This has led to at present 5 operations, 2 on the left knee and 3 on the right. My last operation was supposed to be for a partial knee replacement but my surgeon decided on opening me up that he could clean the areas sufficiently and put off the replacements I will eventually need a little longer. If this operation is successful then I will need the same or a replacement doing on my left knee as they are both in a similar condition.

I have osteo-arthritis in each knee which has been confirmed to be spreading to other joints in my body, no cartilage in my knees from years of wear and tear, diabetes, depression (which I had before my knees got really bad but has steadily got worse) and just over three years ago was diagnosed with a condition called Neuropathic pain in my right shoulder, this condition is caused by a nerve going into fault and constantly sending pain signals of various types down my arm and up into my neck and head.

Besides the knee operations pain management is the only treatment for the arthritis and neuropathic pain. I have regular supra-scapula nerve blocker injections and am on three different painkillers plus an antidepressant that has nerve block qualities and liquid morphine for the really bad days.

As the pain and mobility levels have got steadily worse my ability to walk, do household chores and even play with my son have steadily decreased. I feel like a prisoner in my own house and body some days. This also means that steadily my wife is forced to do more and more on top of a part-time job, even having to change her hours at work as I am unable to walk to the end of the street to collect our son from school.

I have recently been awarded Disability Living Allowance, higher rate mobility and low rate care allowance. We have opted to use the mobility component to get a car as we currently have to rely on public transport and taxis which limits my ability to get out greatly. Hopefully this will help to give the whole family the chance to get out and enjoy life a little more, even if it is only trips to the shops or our local ice hockey team.

Having read Nadine Dorries comments about disabled people on Twitter I would like her to spend a day in my position or that of other friends on Twitter who are of sound mind but for various reasons considered disabled or house-bound.

Our son :-

Ben was born with a rare genetic condition called Phenylketonuria, his condition was diagnosed via the heel prick test that all babies in the UK undergo. At 10 days old we were told by the midwife to contact Pendlebury hospital as a matter of urgency.

When you have a new-born baby and a department you have never heard of asks if you can get down to see them the same day some degree of panic enters your heart. The panic was nothing compared to the reality of being told that your child has a condition that if not treated carefully with measured quantities of special formula and later a very strict diet then they will be brain-damaged is nothing short of the world falling apart.
PKU (phenylketonuria) is a condition where the body does not break down one of the base proteins found in meat, dairy, nuts and most other foods properly. If untreated the protein builds up and causes the neuro transmitters in the brain to clog, eventually leading to brain damage.

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Ben is a bright, energetic and absolutely normal 9 year old boy. He is no different to any of his class mates at school to look at, but looks can be deceptive. PKU requires a strict diet and foul tasting supplement drinks for life. The amount of supplement is carefully worked out by the dietitians at hospital to match Bens size/weight and food intake. A lot of foods are off the menu completely, no fish, meat, dairy, soya, nuts and anything else considered high protein. No drinks that say ‘contains a source of phenylalanine’. Some other foods can be given as ‘exchanges’ as Ben needs some of the protein to ensure he grows and develops properly, the exchanges have to be in weighed and measured amounts. The amount of exchanges is dictated by regular blood spot tests sent to hospital to check on the amount of phenylalanine in his blood. Fruit, salad and some other foods are considered ‘frees’ and Ben can eat as much of these as he likes.

Special mixes are available on prescription so we can make Ben bread, cakes and other low protein foods to help make his diet more varied. Snack pots, some biscuits etc are also available on prescription but the low protein alternatives are not the most palatable foodstuffs in the world.

We applied for DLA for Ben as his condition requires constant monitoring and he needs cajoling into drinking his supplements all the time, up to an hour a time, 3 times a day at present. We were refused DlA initially and after a failed appeal and finally being successful at tribunal got his award.

DLA is not a financial reward for being ill, it is much-needed help for families such as ourselves to give Ben the best start in life we can. We do not live in the best part of Manchester and our health visitor actually said to us ‘don’t take this the wrong way but I am glad it was your son who has PKU’, this may sound a cruel statement but what she meant was that she knew we would try our hardest to make sure everything was done right for our little boy, unlike some families who would not take the initiative or even try to keep to the diet or use the formulas necessary to ensure their child grew up as normal as possible.

Life isn’t easy for us or for many families with disabled people or relatives. But we are real people, normal people who want to be treated fairly and decently. Please don’t just look at the walking stick, wheelchair or take a step back when strange disorders or mental health issues are mentioned. We have hobbies, interests and most of us a life that is so much more than being ‘disabled’.

As a family we attend our local ice hockey games as often as possible, Ben has the same interests as any other 9 yr old and I enjoy reading, chatting on Twitter and taking and editing photographs. Yes some days our disabilities stop us from doing what we want to and limit us from the things we used to do, but that doesn’t make us any less of a person.