So I had a whole blog typed up, but then fell asleep, because that’s my life lately…do something productive, nearly complete it, fall the asleep. The blog was about how the state of California thinks $200 is acceptable to live off of for me in terms of disability (that doesn’t even cover my trips to the doctor since I can’t drive), and how I hadn’t had a bowel movement in almost a full week. I also started Cell Cept (Mycophenalate), which the doctor had hoped would make me poop because it tends to give people diarrhea. (Oh, yay!) This past week was miserable, for oh-so-many glorious reasons.
First off, I kicked Monday off with an EMG. Since the first round of Rituxan they’ve noticed hyperactive reflexes. Now, I’ve had this issue before, but I didn’t really think anything of it. It was minor, and not a big deal. However, after the Rituxan, it was literally like whatever nerves activate for reflexes, were kicked into overdrive. There was a ton of initial concern after that first dose because I actually couldn’t walk, but it resolved, with just some numbness lingering in some of my fingers and toes. The reflexes stated hyperactive, however.
I’ve had an EMG before, and while it wasn’t a picnic, it wasn’t as painful as I’d read about online, so I wasn’t worried this time. Apparently I was overly optimistic. Before they even got to the part with the needles, I was in agony. The second they located some of the nerves on the inside of my calves, my legs jerked violently, with the right side being more impacted than the left (at least pain wise). The doctor actually had to hold my foot at one point because my leg was kicking itself off of the exam table. Then the needle portion came, and it was unpleasant until he reached one nerve, again, on the inner portion of my calve. My pain tolerance is high, but this was absolutely horrific. I started shouting to take the needle out, and he kept saying it was out, but it felt like it was still in, and the burning went all the way down, around my calve, and into my foot. He actually had to show me the needle to convince me it wasn’t in anymore. When he reached my feet, I tensed up mentally, figuring it would be worse, but I barely felt it, and finally when he activated the nerve to get a little jump out of the foot, it was mild, like the last time I had my EMG.
The doctor told me that the test results were borderline, which is the story of my life, but then he compared them to my prior EMG, and diagnosed mild neuropathy. At this point he doesn’t know what caused it, but I’m having an MRI on Monday. I don’t see the neurologist again until the 6th. I see my rheumatologist on Friday. I was in so much pain Monday, but rallied because I had plans with “the guy,” but he had to drive me the three blocks to his place, because the nerve was still tender for almost 2 days. Even now I’m still in pain, though I’ve noticed a general worsening neuropathy in the last 24-48 hours, which has me slightly concerned.
That’s the problem, they increased my Neurontin, which should in theory make neuropathy better, but I also started Cymbalta (for the depression caused by the Keppra) and then the Cell Cept. The MRI is to check for signs of Neuro-Behcet’s, which can be pretty brutal from what I’ve read (tendency to go after the brainstem) or MS.
Multiple Sclerosis has been on the table for several years, particularly because of intermittent issues with control over my legs. It should have been helped by the drugs I’m taking, though, not made worse. Of course, my body doesn’t always do as its told. My worry is that, because the Behcet’s didn’t go into remission, if I do have MS, it was stirred up by my treatment. You activate the immune system with these infusions, because you’re putting in antibodies. It’s great in theory, but potentially problematic if it doesn’t work. It didn’t work completely which is why I’m on the Cell Cept now. (I’d be on Azathioprine, but that stuff had me wrapped around my toilet with body aches and the chills. I couldn’t drink, or eat, and basically would have needed to be admitted to take it, and that’s not realistic for something you take daily.)
So now I’m on Cell Cept, and the other drugs, which has resulted in me being very sleepy in the mornings. I take my meds, and then fight to stay awake. I’m pretty much only coherent from 7pm-1 or 2am, the rest of the time I feel drunk or stoned, or I’m just flat out sleeping. I’m nauseas, a lot, and when I’m not nauseas I’m not hungry. The Zofran helps, but when it wears off it’s difficult to function. Anything I’ve eaten, I’m digesting slowly.
Today is bad because I actually had a bowel movement…for the first time…in 6 says. I’m so nauseas, and I’ve had more than one because that’s what happens when you literally don’t have ONE in almost a full week.
Depression is a thing. I mean, the medication takes a while to work, and it’s hard to be upbeat when your body feels like it’s abandoning you. I keep telling myself that my worth isn’t determined by one single thing. My illness impacts my life, but it doesn’t have to define me. Still, when you find yourself become a Netflix/Hulu/HBO Go/Amazon Prime aficionado…it’s terrifying. I also get worried because I want to work in a laboratory, badly, how can I do that with neuropathy? From what my doctor said, it shouldn’t be permanent, if it’s caused by the Rituxan, however, it also shouldn’t come and go and be bad like it is right now, if it was the Rituxan.
I just keep wondering where my life is going. It’s easier to tell people I don’t know what I want romantically, because I don’t know what I can give. Marriage isn’t as important to me as finding someone I love, who loves me back, and treats me well. I want someone who gets along with me, who shares my nerdy love, and at least has some similar TV show and movie preferences. I want kids. This is where things start to get complicated, of course. My neurologist quietly reacted to my reminder that I was in the middle of a divorce, and didn’t have kids, with a question about whether I planned on having them. I said not anytime soon, indicated I had an IUD, and assumed the question was relating to the medications I’m taking. His quiet reaction was to suggest I consider my family history, and my own health, because some autoimmune diseases get better during pregnancies and some get worse. You never know, and on top of it, there appears to be a strong level of heredity involved in terms of autoimmune disorders in my family.
Breathe in, breathe out, tell yourself that it doesn’t mean your life is over…
It’s more about wanting a somewhat normal life. As the guy has reminded me, nobody is fully normal, and fully healthy, but I do wish I had something easier to treat. I also wish that I didn’t look like an acne riddled teenager. People keep suggesting acne treatments, and I have to explain that it isn’t acne. Maybe steroid cream would help, but I’ve been to tired and too sick to get to the store and try it.
Having a chronic illness sometimes makes you feel lost. You feel like you are your illness, at least that’s been my experience. I know I’m a human being, but at the same time missing out on life starts to make me feel inhuman. My rheumatologist is thinking about sending me to the hospital affiliated with the medical school here, and it’s almost like I’m a case study at that point. Maybe I am…but I need to remember I am a human being, too.