Hospitalization
July 11, 2008
So, there I was in the hospital. I landed there after several episodes of severe vertigo, slurred speech, incoordination, trouble walking (like my legs no longer communicated with my brain), extreme fatigue. Hubby brought me into the ER of my local hospital.
When the triage nurse brought me in to get the particulars of my case it was clear something was wrong. I could understand the nurse’s questions but took awhile to find the words, then slurred as I answered. Immediately, I was given a room in the ER. Docs came in, ordered heart monitor, oxygen sensor on my finger. You know the routine. Once the docs found out there was a family history of heart problems (I was 37 years old at the time-only a few years younger than my dad’s first heart attack), a nitro pill was stuck under my tongue.
What a picture: me laying in a hospital bed with wires from my chest and fingers connected to beeping machines on the wall, blood pressure cuff automatically taking readings every few minutes, hubby and son (one on each side of the bed) holding my hands. I think they were holding my hand out of worry themselves more than me. I knew something was seriously wrong before this point, I knew the moment I “shut down” (see previous post:Back to the beginning). This was just the beginning of the rest of my life, just not in the way you normally think of it.
After my heart proved strong and healthy (knew it wasn’t my heart-it felt deeper than that-a permanent change). Docs decided to keep me overnight for observation. Something didn’t add up to them. Not a stroke as I seemed to recover almost completely.
The next morning the attending pcp went over the plan. I was to have an MRI and/or CT scan, follow up with the attending neurologist and then discharged. I’ll call the neurologist Dr. Headupmyarse. I didn’t think of him like this at first but by the end of six months Headupmyarse is the nicest name I can think of.
Without even seeing or talking to me, Dr. Headupmyarse ordered only an MRI without constrast. I had only a brain MRI. I say only because I continue to have brain, c-spine, t-spine, and lumbar MRIs. Anyway, this was my first foray into MRIs. I hate tight spaces to begin with. Yes, I did squeeze the panic bulb. Several times. But I got through it and so did the techs.
Several hours late Dr. Headupmyarse came in to exam me. He slowly took down my story, painfully slow, but hey that’s a good thing, right. Then he examined me. Follow the finger upon which I noticed and informed him that I was experiencing double vision. Then came the pin test. Basically, the doc bends an ordinary safety pin and pokes you like you’re a human pin cushion. My right side in general felt the poke but it felt dull, not sharp. My right leg from the knee down felt nothing. I mean NOTHING! I watched the pin go in, felt nothing, saw look on hubby and son. Wow! That’s weird and not in a good way. Dr. Headupmyarse didn’t really seem to show anything. The test continued. He took the end of his metal handled reflex hammer and ran it up the soles of my feet. NOTHING! No response, felt nothing.
My son, whose favorite past time was trying to tickle my feet without getting kicked in the process. Kicking was an involuntary response when my feet were tickled. My son pushed past Dr. Headupmyarse and tried unsuccessfully to tickle me. He looked from me to his dad as my hubby explained to the doc how ticklish my feet used to be. Again no response from Dr. Headupmyarse. Finally, he went to exam my MRI.
Good news! My MRI was clear except for one small white spot which was nothing to worry about. So what was wrong? Well, Dr. Headupmyarse decided and the way he explained it seem to make sense to us that it was probably seizures or TIAs. TIAs are small strokes that leave no permanent damage, but can lead to a massive stroke. His treatment plan called for me to go home and on Monday (it was currently Sunday) his office would call with an appointment for a TEE (trans-esophageal echocardiogram) which would rule out TIAs. No EEG because several days before this hospitalization I had an EEG which, you guessed it, was normal- No signs of any seizure activity.
I went home. My hubby, my son, and I drove home in silence. We figured it had to be TIAs becasue the EEG was normal. And yes, I did go home and research TIAs and TEE on the internet. Bad move, but I needed to because that was all I could do until the next day. TIAs certainly were a permanent change, but after reading about them I didn’t really think I fit the description completely. Although later I met a doc who told me sometimes diseases don’t read the textbooks and act differently or Atypically-sound familiar.
Back to the beginning
July 9, 2008
So, in previous “The Beginning” post I spoke about the very beginning when I first noticed something was wrong, but not quite ready to go to a doctor. The saga continues.
In addition to my legs not working right, etc, I felt very tired. My hikes became shorter, I traversed easier trails because I would lose my breath, I felt tired, very tired. I would even say fatigued. Then several times heading home with my dogs I passed out while walking. Opening one eye I spied a sloppy, drippy pink tongue lapping my face. Then a petite bubble gum tongue. Then a sloppy, drippy tongue. My lab, followed by my dachshund, lab, dachshund. You get the picture.
During a family vacation to Maine, I passed out while we were exploring a jetty. That was when I told my hubby about the times with my dog. That Monday I went into my pcp’s office. Well, being in an office with about twelve other docs, I actually saw a physician assistant. He did a few tests: follow the finger, lay down take BP (blood pressure), stand up take BP. All seemed fine. I told him about losing my breath while hiking, that I felt tired. He set me up with an EEG and a halter monitor to check my heart over three days.
I followed up with my actual pcp. The results were normal, of course. My pcp, I’ll call him Dr. Callous. Dr. Callous told me I just needed to get in shape, more exercise. Granted I was not a skinny minnie, but I was not overweight. In fact, I told him theses events were happening while hiking, that I actually had to REDUCE the intensity and length of these hikes. While grabbing the door knob, he nodded that patronizing nod and left. Moronic callous idiot.
Several weeks later I landed in the hospital. On a family drive through the country I passed out behind the wheel. YES, BEHIND THE WHEEL WITH MY HUBBY AND MY SON IN THE CAR. I know, scary right. Well, we took off the top to our Jeep Wrangler Unlimited and hopped in for a Friday night joy ride on some pretty small back roads. I drove. I love that Jeep. And we drove. After about two hours we pulled into a dirt parking lot of a small ice cream stand.
The great thing about Jeeps is that owners form a bond, a brotherhood so to speak. There is the Jeep wave as you pass another on the road. Or, as we experienced at that ice cream stand another family of Wrangler owners came over to chit chat. It was a nice hour or so just passing the time.
Dusk set in and we took off for home. With the top down and the heat blasting we made our way on these back roads. I was driving into the setting sun for awhile. Then on a road meant for one car, literally, I felt my system shut down. That is the best way I can describe it. It is like someone hit the “restart” button on my computer.
I immediately pulled over put the car in park, just as I went out. Faded to black. Faded to black in a weird way. From my peripheral to my center I felt everything shut down. Then just as quickly everything came back. Everything you say, yes that is how it felt. My vision, sense of feeling, heart, consciousness. SCARY!
Scary not just for me but for my family as well. Being about and hour and a half away from any civilization my hubby helped me into the back while he took over the driving duties. Not to scare our son, my hubby and I downplayed the situation. But, by the time we got home I was beginning to feel better; although, extremely weak. EXTREMELY WEAK.
No, I did not go to the hospital then. But over the course of the next week and a half I had similar experiences. Including slurred speech, numbness, incoordination. Basically, everything but the passing out part. During the third episode hubby drove me to the hospital. Enough is Enough he said.
This is where the story gets interesting.
Atypical Multiple Sclerosis 