"Uh, maybe we got that wrong!", I can sense my neuro's thoughts as I'm looking to him for an answer. I am in the worse shape I've ever been.
January 14-15, 2020: I'm in-patient at Halifax Hospital, Daytona Beach, Florida. I'm stuck between two diagnoses - Parkinson's Disease and Functional Neurological Disorder - with no definitive answer (as neither has a definite diagnostic test!) being treated by the only movement disorder specialist group in Volusia County. Knuckleheads. A second FND opinion after Shands Gainesville in June 2018, I am down from 18 pills of Carbidopa/Levodopa per day to 6 - 1/3 of the highest dose I've taken. Guess what? I'm titrated too low on my meds to keep all of my critical systems stable. My body swings every day from normal in the mornings after sleep to paralyzed from the waist down every late afternoon. Low blood pressure in the morning (100/56). After meds wear off in afternoon I'm 156/104. My legs swell and I have no center of gravity to stand myself up. I've taken four trips to the ER by ambulance since the last week of November. I'm not taking enough dopamine to run all my systems at the same time.
The consensus of the hospital group and neuro group is to commit me to an in-patient psyche ward for an indefinite period of time until they figure out how to fix their medicine mess under doctor supervision.
Do they want me to titrate completely off following an FND diagnosis? Hey, wait!! Before you do that, what if I actually have PD instead and after 6 years of dopamine pills I have no dopamine left in my head? I am not aware of any quick way to get dopamine in my brain. Won't that sort of get me to that post-mortem test quicker?? On the flip side: What if I go back up and they just leave me on my meds so they don't have to deal with it? My side effects including visual disturbances, osteoporosis, and OCD behavior will continue to get worse. I'm too young for this horseshit. January 15, 2020 was the 11 year anniversary of my first PD appointment. 4,015 days. 96,360 hours. Official unstable under doctor's orders.
My advice to those doing research or not yet this far into your disease: Question everything your doctor tells you and get second opinions before making any drastic changes to your routine. There is NO definitive test for PD except post-mortem. All doctors are only giving you their best clinical guess on both diagnoses.
This royally sucks,
We saw some excitement with last year's "new diagnosis" of Functional Neurological Disorder by Dr. Deeb at University of Florida Gainesville / Shands Hospital. It seemed to work. I was titrating off of my high doses of medication and the same time I was working full time, plus taking care of my husband and children. There seemed to be a honeymoon period in there when I was coming off the meds that I seemed to be improving. But that was short-lived over about a 4 week period. Then all my symptoms returned with a vengeance.
My tremor as you can see from the video I made for my last posting announcing my ten year anniversary that I am living incapacitated. I believe my health has been made worse by playing around with my dopamine. Don't take it; do take it" - when? It seems logical that once the stores of 17,000 dopamine pills finally cleared my system, my Parkinson's symptoms went off the charts and has never returned to manageable. Add to that whole-body Dystonia that makes every inch of my body ridged. To the point that the combination of the two - rigidity with high velocity tremor - is causing nerve damage in my wrists, hands, fingers, groin, neck, back, and especially my legs and feet. I have no balance any longer. I fall and can no longer catch my fall so land with my full weight on my hands or my face (as I did in the Midway airport this winter when my sneakers were sticky against the newly polished marble floor. I started to fall forward on my tip toes and ultimately could not right myself so down I went - hard. I quickly picked myself up in pain and headed for my gate with other passengers looking like they just saw a train wreck. That's a good definition of my physical being today - its a train wreck that doctors make no effort to alleviate. I'm not quite sure how worse this needs to get?
I tried to get an emergency appointment with Shands to be told the May follow up appointment is the soonest they have. In the meantime every morning I wake up I need crutches to walk to the bathroom. My Achilles' heels are not flexible first morning without dopamine, so until my meds kick in I rely upon my arm strength to carry me through. I struggle with crutches as I try to use hands that have no grip and even less power to open anything (a medicine bottle cap, a door knob, a sliding glass door, a box or bag of something, the refrigerator door because I slowly have to break the suction first). I call it being in a state of "powering down". Without dopamine, I cannot on my own uncross my legs, rise straight up off the floor, turn myself around without willing myself to start momentum from nothing (and hope I don't throw myself into a wall in the process). Shoes on the floor trip me up. Walking on the carpet after tile is too big of a step up. It takes me an hour to make a bed. When I used to tremor, I used to hide it by sitting or laying on my Shaking extremity. Now when I do that my entire weight is on a nerve point and my arm or my leg falls asleep and I'm in extreme pain. My muscles are not holding me up any longer. The only other option is to allow it to violently shake which causes nerve damage. It's a no-win situation. I walk like an 80 year old. I still look 40.
I never predicted that the result of all of this imbalance would be that my right foot now takes the full weight of my body everyday to stand up and stay standing. I stand leaning forward. And I cannot stand barefooted; I must always have shoes on for stability. I walk leaning forward to move forward. My legs feel like my nerves are on fire and the ligaments are holding on for dear life. What I didn't see coming was a slow change in the anatomy of my toes. They are now hammertoes that also lay flat to the side toward my big toe and the pads of my feet under my toes are now hard and swollen because I only walk on the ball of that foot. I went from a size 5 1/2 shoe to 7 because my foot has flattened out. When you compare my toes it is striking. I used to have pretty feet, My right foot has deformed over time.
As hard as that is to read that's not my worst problem. My biggest concern is my cervical dystonia which is most likely going to take me out. The muscles in my neck when dystonia kicks in turn my head to the right and up toward the sky with a strong, uncontrollable force.. Its attempting to turn my head around like an owl, which I predict will snap my neck if I don't have the strength in my hands to hold on super tight to each side of my face in order to force it back the other way against its will. It is extremely painful in the meantime. I can't swallow anything when it's happening because it closes off my esophagus. I do this until the medicine kicks in. 20 mins to 1 hour. And try not to cry.
The FND diagnosis I received last year basically says I'm causing this to happen to myself. Really? I've better things to do with my time and the rest of my life then suffer every day. There is a surgical option that will fix this but I have been denied four times now. Its routinely given to people with less Symptom severity. I don't understand why I am being made to suffer. It has been 10 years now of fighting this. I did not think that I would get too tired to fight but I never anticipated a symptom of "completely powering down." I cannot will myself to retain the power needed to breathe, move my arms, sit up straight, get up off the floor, move inches from where i am seated on the bed to get off of it, I try not to sit anywhere that I can't grab something with my hand to pull me horizontally or vertically. Powering down is similar to being paralyzed. i go through it everyday. On the upside, my medicine actually does still work for about an hour and a half at a time and I do return to myself. It's a weird feeling. My body starts to wake up. The nerve endings start to relax and my muscles I can feel start to contract (I cannot contract my muscles when I'm powered down so my midsection gets distended, as an example).its almost a feeling of someone filling my tank with gasoline, I can actually feel the flood of Returning to normal as it starts from my feet and heads north. It's a tingly sensation but in a good way. As soon as I start to feel like in my feet I know that I'm coming back. And then when I'm back I try to do as much as I possibly can as a normal person before I return like Cinderella and the pumpkin to my paralyzed state. I find it fascinating that I can be paralyzed and normal in the same day. I walk a bridge of being alive and losing it all and back again on a continuous loop. Is this what my life has in store for me? I still fight it with every ounce of my energy reserves. I just hope they give me the surgery in time to recover from it, My deepest fear is they are going to wait too long. They will tell me I'm beyond that line in the sand when they can do it and they can't because I'm too far along.I do not wish to be incapacitated. I have so much to do. So much to look forward to. I am most certainly not done yet. I will not allow them to continue to deny me. This is war. I am fighting for my life. I intend to win my freedom back. Stay tuned. I need to right an injustice. Or die trying. That is not happening today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: I used the dictation feature on my Mac to write this. I cant type on a computer when I am powered down. I used to be able to "will" my hands to stop shaking long enough. Not any more. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Its true: "You really don't know how strong you are until you have no choice." I may be incapacitated, but I am also superhuman when pissed off.
I will not give up!
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