We’ve been on a long and winding medical journey the last few weeks . . .
A few weeks ago Dear Wifey (DW) and I had a short bout of tummy flu. I felt better in a few days, but she kept feeling weaker and weaker. After two weeks of feeling cruddy, she went to our GP, who diagnosed it as a probable Epstein-Barr/bout of mild mono.
DW, by this time, was in a lot of pain from massive body aches and awful back pain and talked the doc into prescribing Tylenol 3 (woohoo! 8 of 'em!).
DW continued to go downhill and was in immense pain and had weird tingling sensations up and down her legs, so we went to the ER last Friday. They took blood, urine, and did a lumbar-area x-ray. Diagnosis: no evidence of back injury, leukocytes a bit elevated – sorry, but no painkillers for you! Go home and wash down Motrins with Gatorade.
I was pissed off because I felt as if DW – who is a real stalwart and in great physical shape – wasn’t being taken very seriously and (perhaps) was thought to be a drug seeker who was wasting medical resources. OTOH, “if you hear hoofbeats think horses, not zebras” is the pithy explanation.
And . . . back to our GP on Wednesday. By this time, DW was in a LOT of pain, had the weird tingles throughout her body and was beginning to walk oddly (like a cross between horse clopping and duck walking). GP refers us to orthopedist for lower back pain and possible sciatica.
By Wednesday night my sweetie couldn’t go up our stairs at all and was now weaving around like a drunk. The tingly feeling has moved into her groin and arms and she’s in immense pain.
Thursday morning we go to the orthopedist. Ortho guy: “Uh, uh, this isn’t a back issue . . . you need to see a neurologist immediately.”
Oh, shit. Sleepless night, then at neuro at 9am this morning. DW staggers into the office and the doc, who is a wonderful guy I’ve seen before for a seizure disorder, does a few reflex taps, excuses himself and comes back with a colleague. More tapping, then: “You have no nerve reflexes below the waist” :eek::eek: They pull in an EMG machine and confirm that nerve signals (“F Waves”) are non-existent.
“Hmmm, we’re calling an ambulance and admitting you to the hospital immediately!”
So, DX is the rare Guillain-Barre Syndrome. Sweetie is on a Dialudid drip, they are pushing Heparin, and immunoglobulin platelet transfusions begin tonight or tomorrow. Thankfully, CAT scan and other tests are negative (I was worried it was a stroke, brain tumor, or MS – though I guess MS can’t be conclusively ruled out). Thus far, nerve paralysis has not caused breathing/heart problems, which is a good sign that this may be recoverable.
Please send good thoughts our way