What do mobile phones and armed robbery have in common?

For the average person, I am certain that mobile phone shopping is also time consuming.  So many choices and with the prices and features, they’ve become a major purchase.

When I shop for a phone, I need to make sure I will be able to hear the

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As a matter of fact, I can't hear you now. Or later.

other person on the phone.

There are hearing aid compatibility ratings but they mean nothing for me.  I have the economy hearing aids ($2,100/each) that don’t have switch or volume adjustment capabilities.  For me, I need to see if the ear piece of my aid is a good match for the speaker location on the phone.  Sometimes the shape of where the speaker is occludes my aid and I can’t hear a thing.  And, as popular as texting and email on smartphones have become, I do occasionally need to talk to someone.

So, this weekend, you could have found me in any of the major mobile phone carrier stores placing calls from sample phones to my husband.  So many calls that my husband continues to receive anonymous calls and texts from other phone testers who click spontaneously and dial or message the last number called.  Overall, it was challenging to really get a good feel for the best hearing match given the testing situation of a busy store.  However, there were some immediate no-ways.

I made a phone selection based on what I felt would be most helpful to me in managing my work, parent volunteer, and social activities.  I selected the HTC Touch Pro2.  It’s a really awesome phone.  You can use Excel and Word right on your handheld and the browser choices blow my 3 year old Blackberry browser away.  After a couple of hours familiarizing myself with my phone and customizing it for my needs, I needed to make a quick run to the Pharmacy.  From our driveway, I called my husband to test out my phone’s original purpose capability. My heart sank.  I could hardly hear him and no matter how strongly I wished for it to be different, it is what it is.  It’s going back tomorrow.

I wasn’t prepared for how quickly strong emotions overcame me.  It sucks.  I don’t want to be limited by my deafness.  Even when it’s something as superficial as a phone – I want equal physical access as everyone else.

I definitely wasn’t prepared for what happened next.  As I walked out of the Pharmacy, I was approached by a man, “Hey!”  He ran toward me and I ran away in my version of running – a faster limping walk.  I have no idea what he wanted but I do know that 12 years ago, I was robbed with a gun outside of a Pharmacy. No matter how much I put it out of my mind, my mind remembers and can’t let me forget.  It is was it is.

An emotional day that is wearing out my already fatigued body.  Hopefully I can tap into the general strength of my emotions to the benefit of my novel.  I’m much further behind than I want to be.  Nevertheless, none of my characters are deaf, chronically ill, or have ever been robbed with a gun.  And, it’s staying that way.

Thank you for reading and best wishes for a wonderful day.  Comments are encouraged.

For Pete’s sake and Art’s sake

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For now, I’m doing my best to stay flu-free.  Well, I take that back.  If I was doing my best, I’d probably be isolated but I am carrying around cleansing wipes and have received my regular flu shot.

Nearly two weeks post-op, my left ear still has pain.  I’ve got a few more days on the super antibiotic drops that do help with pain, so we’ll see how it goes.

As far as my other problems, I still have reduced left foot dorsiflexion that worsens with activity.  At times, I have joint pain in my fingers/hands and find it hard to do tasks that require strength and accuracy in those areas.

I reflect back the changes that have occurred over the past year.  It was nearly a year ago that I found out my thyroid had again grown sluggish and I began receiving treatment for hypothyroidism.   Like the old adage, I’ve taken some steps forward, and some back.  I am counting on moving forward with the help of my PCP and ENT who will work together to find the right person to address my atrophy and limited dorsiflexion.  I’m also counting on them to look into the globulin problem I had as a child that was never addressed.  Perhaps there’s a connection.  If it wasn’t for this blog, I may never have given that a second thought.  Writing here helps me reflect and recall.

This month, I am doing something for me. For my personal growth and development.

The month of November offers a plethora of group writing projects.  From 30 days of daily blog posting to playwriting.  I chose to participate in the original – NaNoWriMo.

The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, nano_09_blk_participant_100x100_1.pngNovember 30.  I could list at least a few dozen reasons why it is ridiculous for me to attempt this task.  I’ve known about NaNoWriMo for about four or five years and it was only this year that I even considered it.  I’ve challenged my husband, who is an artist, to join me.  He has signed up, too.

I’m not one for fiction.  It’s odd, mostly.  I mean, it’s odd that I have no interest in fiction. I have trouble wrapping my mind around fantasy.  The grossly improbable.  The far-out.  It’s just not me.

So what in the world would make me interested in writing a novel?

The challenge.  Writing a novel is so far from who I am.  I don’t make stuff.  I’m not creative.  I’m no artist.  Hell, I make my living doing technical writing.  In other words, I get paid to follow directions.   I have no aspirations of writing the Great American Novel.  I’m doing art for art’s sake.  Something I have never done before.

The idea of doing art for art’s sake that does not require me to walk into an art supply store sold me.

As provided by Chris Baty, the founder of National Novel Writing Month:

“Art for art’s sake does wonderful things to you. It makes you laugh. It makes you cry. It makes you want to take naps and go places wearing funny pants. Doing something just for the hell of it is a wonderful antidote to all the chores and “must-dos” of daily life. Writing a novel in a month is both exhilarating and stupid, and we would all do well to invite a little more spontaneous stupidity into our lives.”

Yes!

I wish for you that you find an antidote to the must-dos of your life.

I’m always very interested in what you have to say.  Please comment.

X marks the spot

My surgery today was much better than I expected.

My ear - marked with an X to make sure no one screwed up.

My ear - marked with an X to make sure no one screwed up.

I’m feeling pretty well and there have been no complications that I can tell.   Three years ago, with the same surgery, I was in very rough shape.   Best of all, Dr. ENT was very kind to me.  Pre-operatively, she let me know that she and Dr. PCP had a rather lengthy conversation about me yesterday, “And we’re going to  work on getting you better.”

I was touched by her statement and wonder if that is why I woke from anesthesia with burning tearful eyes.  I wonder what I said to her once the anesthesia kicked in.  Dr. ENT did tell my husband that she told me everything she told him once the procedure was done but didn’t think I’d remember because of the amnesia effect of anesthesia.  She’s right.  If I was that emotional, hopefully she is not reconsidering her stance that I am not crazy.

If you haven’t had surgery in the past two years or so, you may not know that you are now written on with a marker to make sure the surgery is done on the correct body part.  Please see photo above for an example.  Since all of my problems are predominately on my left side, I am considering tattooing the entire left side of my body.

Next steps

My next steps are to put the pressure on Dr. PCP and Dr. ENT about what to do next.  they both believe I have an autoimmune disease component to my myopathy, ears, etc.  Who do I see about this.  I asked the practice manager at my PCP about hiring Dr. PCP to coordinate my care.  The manager stated that Dr. PCP feels she can do this during regular practice hours and visits without me contracting with her for additional services.  We’ll see how things go.  I’m willing to make arrangements so that she can spend dedicated time working on my particular case.  It’s been a year since I began struggling more than ever before.  It’s time to move this process along.

UPDATE: A few minutes after I published this, I fell.  This is the third time I have fallen in two weeks.  I had gone a few months without falling.  I know one aspect of what makes me fall.  I can not flex my left foot so it drags on the ground.  Sometimes, the foot interferes with my pant leg or shoe making me unsteady or tripping me.  ugh.

Thank you for reading!  Yes, indeed, your comments are encouraged.

If you can’t beat them, join them

Wouldn't this be nice? Two doctors happily, intently discussing you?

Wouldn't this be nice? Two doctors happily, intently discussing you?

My ENT and PCP have joined forces for the good of me, Patient Q.

Today, they discussed my situation, my MRI results, my myopathy and other problems.  I am having surgery tomorrow.  It will include draining fluid from my middle ear and mastoid as well as tube insertion.  My PCP is confident that the procedure will give me relief.

My PCP also reports that my ENT (despite her occasional amnesia about my history) thinks highly of me and is sympathetic to me and my concerns about my hearing loss.  They both believe I have an autoimmune or endocrinological problem that is contributing to all of my problems including my ears and myopathy.  My PCP is glad to have an ally who does not think of me as crazy and who is shocked to learn that any doc would imply that I am.

So, tomorrow’s surgery…. I have no idea what the expected recovery time is.  I’m looking forward to the expected relief and to following up with my docs for suggestions on how to pursue a possible autoimmune or endocrinology connection.

Wish me luck!

Ear it is

I promise – the ear puns will end eventually.

My poor ears have already been through a lot.

My poor ears have already been through a lot.

MRI of 10/11/2009 shows:

  • What appears to be chronic mastoiditis and an underdevelopment in the mastoid area.
  • Ethmoid sinusitis

What this means:

I not only have a middle ear infection (chronic otitis media) the infection has spread to the mastoid, likely from my frequent ear infections and this particular one that has persisted for 2.5 months.

Surgery outlook

Tuesday, I am scheduled to have a myringotomy with a t-tube.  Because of the weak condition of my ear drums, I need to be placed under general anesthesia.  Now that we have the other results there are additional things to consider.

Considerations

Do I need a mastiodectomy also?

Will I need another tympanoplasty in order to build up the strength of my ear drums to handle another myringotomy and tube?

Is my ENT the right doctor to handle this situation?

Are there too many possible risks of the infection spreading that I don’t have time to look for a new specialist and postpone surgery?

Impact on my moderate deafness

No anticipated improvement, possible worsening of hearing ability.

Next steps

Monday, my PCP is to speak with my ENT to make some decisions based on the considerations above.  I’m supposed to know something around 10am.  Meanwhile, I wonder how long it will take me to recover. I am trying to figure out how to prepare at work in the event I am out for a few weeks.  I am trying to figure out how I will prepare at home if I am recovering for a couple of weeks.

A mastoidectomy includes the process of drilling through the skull.  My past tympanoplasty was quite rough in recovery and I believe they only sliced behind my ear and didn’t cut into the bone.  I could be wrong.

How I’m doing

I do have pain in the right ear and in the mastoid area (behind the ear).  I’m on mega antibiotics: Clindomyacin.  I’m dying to discuss my feelings about all of this with my husband.  He’s not really speaking to me right now over other things I don’t think are related to my current ear situation.  That sucks but I’ll be okay.  I always am.

Yes, indeed, your comments are welcomed.

-Q

Am I worth it?

This isn’t easy to say but as I contemplated this question earlier today, my response was a resounding “No, I am not worth it.”

Not worth it at all.

I was driving home after a baby shower today and caught the last 30 minutes or so of This American Life, a longtime favorite for me.  The discussion was about healthcare.  The most intriguing part of the show was the act I missed most of.  A doctor was talking about not ordering a CT scan for a patient because it didn’t seem like a cost-effective measure for this person’s particular situation.  The segment went on to discuss how unnecessary treatment is a major problem and the impact unnecessary treatment has on rising healthcare costs and the overall healthcare crisis.

I'm just a big pile of waste neatly bagged.

I'm just a big pile of waste neatly bagged.

I’ve undergone many expensive tests this year.  And, I still do not have any real treatment for my leg and eye.  My thyroid is being treated but to anyone other than my thyroid doctor, it’s possible it is not being treated effectively as it may contribute to my other problems.

This self debate comes on the eve before I receive my second head MRI of 2009. This imaging is intended to focus on my temporal lobe and ear structures as they relate to my need for surgery.  My PCP ordered this test as a step toward a second opinion.

My scorecard

If we look at my scorecard for the year, the overwhelming majority of medical tests have yielded no helpful results that can get me closer to treatment.  I can’t help but feel it is likely this will happen again.

When I consider my situation and the healthcare bills I am racking up, I do feel personally responsible.  I do also feel that my doctors are responsible.  As anyone can read throughout this blog, I’ve also gone for many exams with many doctors this year.  Whose responsibility is it to figure out who can figure out the cause of my atrophic fibers type I and II?  I have made no progress there.  And today, I am limping hard.

What some people may not consider when examining healthcare is a patient’s willingness to be active in their care.  If someone would tell me where I should go to figure at least some of my medical problems out and be done with it, I’d be there.  I’d self-pay.  Yes, I’d self-pay.

Perhaps before ordering tests, Doctors could do a more thorough exam.  Talk with me more.  Speak with my other doctors.  Coordinate my care.  Try out a treatment.  Not pass me off.  Listen to what I say.  Remember what I say.  Remember what they say.

Comments are always welcomed.

Ear we go again

Three times in approximately 12 months from 2004-2005, my ear drums ruptured.  I was a bit unprepared for this because of the spontaneous 14 year hiatus from ear problems.

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My ears have seen one too many otoscopes.

In January 2005, my hearing loss increased in my left ear to the degree of needing a hearing aid again.  In the months following, I developed an ear infection that didn’t go away with repeated antibiotics, repeated prednisolone, repeated decongestant, repeated nasal spray, and repeated appointments with my ENT.

Sound familiar?

I now live several states away from where I grew up so my current ENT only knows the history I’ve told her.  In the meantime, my hearing got progressively worse in both ears at a relatively rapid pace.  In January 2006, my ENT suggested that I get a myringotomy with tubes and she expressed great confidence that my hearing would improve.  I asked her about the possibility that I may have otosclerosis.  She asked, “Who told you that you have otosclerosis?”.  I explained, apparently not very well, that I studied Audiology in college and one of my professors suggested I would eventually get otosclerosis because of my multiple ear surgeries.  She treated my comments as blasphemous and went on to schedule my surgery.

The simple outpatient surgery went like this.  I needed extra anesthesia because ENT doc told my husband, “it was much worse in there than I thought.”  It took me several days to recover at home.  And if you know me at all, you know I do not take off work, I do not nap, and I don’t let much keep me down.  In other words, it was bad.

At a follow-up appointment,   my hearing was tested.  Surprise!  It was worse than before the surgery.  ENT doc could not believe it.  She sat me down in a quiet, private room to tell me, “You have something called otosclerosis.

At that time, she told me I was not a candidate for the stapendectomy surgery that helps otosclerosis based on the lack of integrity of my ear drums.  The next time I saw ENT doc, I got a hearing test. Surprise!  It was worse than the last visit.  She sat me down in a quiet, private room to tell me, “You have something called otosclerosis.” But this time, she said I was a candidate for surgery.  When I brought up what she said previously, she didn’t acknowledge saying it and brought in my audiologist to convince me to get the surgery.  “Doctor ENT is the best.  She has completed the surgery successfully for many patients.”

I wasn’t buying it.

Neither did my husband.  “This is a doctor who grossly overstates her abilities.”

I skipped an ENT appointment or two and by the next one, I got the sit down otosclerosis news with the message changed to me not being a candidate for the otosclerosis surgery.

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I wear bilateral hearing aids and am HOH or have moderate deafness, whatever you prefer.  I still have the 2006 tube in the right ear.   Since March 2009, I have had fluid behind my left ear drum.    Now, the fluid and infection has persisted for about three months.  My PCP has done everything she can to avoid sending me back to ENT doc, but it was time to check things out.  Last Monday, I saw ENT doc who told me that more antibiotics wouldn’t do anything and it was time for another surgery.  When I asked about the integrity of my ear drum, she said it wasn’t an issue.  She also told me there were risks if I didn’t get the surgery right away.   I let her know that I definitely have to wait until after a big day for me at work.  I would not give in to the pressure of an October 6 surgery.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I want to be done questioning doctors.  With everything else going on,  I just want things to go smoothly.

So much for that.

My husband convinced me that I had to see my PCP about this.  PCP reminded me that specialists don’t get to know their patients very well so ENT doc may forget my history.  She also let me know that there are many potential consequences of getting the surgery – the need for more anesthesia, unexpected problems only encountered once in the middle of surgery, permanent tinnitus, and more.  The best thing I can do is get an MRI of the temporal lobe.  This wouldn’t be the protocol for most people but most people do not have my history.   If it doesn’t show anything abnormal, keep the October 20 surgery.  If it does show anything, I will see a subspecialist, an Otologist.  In the meantime, I am on 3 weeks of antibiotics for safety and to prevent the infection from spreading to my brain.

So why in the world would I (or anyone) write such long posts about their symptoms and something so benign as ear problems?

  1. It’s my hearing, dammit.  I have moderate deafness and it’s really something that I struggle with, mostly because people around me have no or little understanding of the needs of a person with hearing loss.  Because I wear aids, it must all be swell.  I can’t adjust the volume on my aids.  How’s that for swell?
  2. These lengthy posts are giving me a glimpse into me as a patient.  Part of me is still that smartass kid who asked what the ENT doc was going to do about the holes in my eardrums.  I could benefit from a different approach seeing that it is getting me nowhere.
  3. Maybe there is a link.  My PCP thinks so.  My left ear.  My left eye.  My left leg.  Infection that won’t go away.  Autoimmunity?  Or perhaps something like Sharon mentioned.
  4. It’s not like I’ve never told anyone pieces of this long story, but I’ve never put it all together in one place.  I doubt I’ve told anyone, even my husband, the entire story.

I was too embarrassed, too worried that no one cared, too frustrated, too hesitant to appear to lay blame.  Too busy being Queen.  The happy, friendly, caring, mom and public servant workaholic who never has any problems.  Hell, people only know I’m HOH when I tell them.

Thanks for reading.  I enjoy your comments.  Please know they are always welcomed.

No ear to run to, No ear to hide

Knowing that I need another ear surgery brings all sorts of emotions.  All of which I tried my best to suppress.  It only works for so long.

The Legacy

I was about 8 years old and I can recall turning up the volume of the family television.  It must have gotten

I'm talking about middle ear infections. My diagnosis was chronic otitis media.

I'm talking about middle ear infections. My diagnosis was chronic otitis media.

especially loud because my mother told me to stop changing the volume and to stop “faking” like I couldn’t hear.  At some point after this, green goop and blood started coming out of my ears.  My ear drums had ruptured.  At some point after that, I had a surgery.

But that’s not the whole story.  I had ear infections from the time I was a baby.  My parents’ treatment was to have me lie down on a heating pad.  I would be wet with sweat and in incredible pain.  I still shiver when I smell a heating pad warming up.   At some point, there may or may not be another rupture and I would go to an ENT and take oral antibiotics.   I would make medication charts to make sure I took every antibiotic dose as prescribed.  At some point after that, I would still have the infection and I would get a myringotomy with tubes.

I was about 12 years old when an Allergist told my mother that in order to keep me healthy, she and my father would need to stop smoking inside their home.  He talked about how easy it would be to set up an outside smoking station.  The Allergist took lots of blood from me and poked me with lots of needles.  At some point after that, my parents never tried smoking outside and my mother reported that the Allergist said I needed some sort of globulin.  It would require us to travel far away on a regular basis.  The only other comments my mother made about this was when talking to other people about the “goblins” I needed.  I never received the globulin treatment(s).

When I was around 13 years old, my ENT talked about holes in my eardrum.  He would say, “If the holes don’t close up by the next time I see you, we’ll have to do something about it.”  I saw ENT doc at least two more times before I spoke up and said,

“You said the same things about the holes the last two times I’ve seen you.  What are we going to do about it?”  After leaving the appointment, I was punished by my mother for being a smartass to the doctor.

Very similar to my aids circa 1987

Very similar to my aids circa 1987

It took a couple more visits to the ENT doc before he decided I needed a tympanoplasty in each ear.  This surgery closed the holes in my ear drums.  On the right, with a piece of muscle from behind my right ear.  On the left with a piece of skin from my left ear lobe.  It was a pretty involved surgery and I was hospitalized for several days.

After the surgery, I developed infection behind my ear drums again.  Rather than do a myringotomy with tubes, ENT doc prescribed me hearing aids with the explanation that I was going to have ear infections forever and the hearing aids were a permanent solution.

When I was around 16 years old, I had become pretty depressed about living with a profound hearing loss.  I recall my father expressing frustration and he took me, by himself, to a specialist at the nearest children’s hospital.  The Children’s Hospital ENT said I needed my tonsils and adenoids removed.  I had the tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy and did not have an ear infection again until I was pregnant at age 30.

From 16 to 30, I had a mild to moderate hearing loss, too mild by most standards to wear hearing aids.  I struggled with my hearing a ton but managed to make it through.

When I developed my ear infection during pregnancy, I had no real hope for treating it until after delivery.  After my ability to breastfeed suddenly stopped, I began taking antibiotics.  After a few days, I woke to a familiar feeling, my ear drums ruptured.  They ruptured two more times in the next year.

To be continued…

Why yes, of course, comment all you’d like.

Which Way to Easy Diagnosis Street?

If I had to predict the outcome of today’s three appointments, I would have been spot on.  diagExcept for a few minor details.

PRIMARY CARE DOCTOR

  • Removal of sutures
  • Skin biopsy results:  indicates a need to watch for and possibly biopsy other moles
  • B-12 injection

HOSPITAL FOR ARTERIAL DOPPLER

Technician said:

  • Blood flow looks good
  • Didn’t see anything abnormal
  • My hope for a breakthrough in my diagnosis and treatment – deflated.

OTOLARYNGOLOGIST (EAR, NOSE, AND THROAT DOCTOR)

  • I still have fluid in my left ear
  • I should get a tube in my left ear (tube #13)
  • Doctor ENT completely forgot and does not acknowledge comment at last surgery (2006) “It was a lot worse in there than I thought”
  • Doctor ENT thinks I should see a specialist at University Hospital for my other ailments.
  • After I told Doctor ENT that I did see a Neuromuscular specialist at University Hospital she suggests I see an Autoimmune or Endocrine Specialist at University Hospital.
  • Doctor ENT recommends I go back to Neurologist #1 with my muscle biopsy results.
  • I did not have a hearing test but Doctor ENT said, “Your hearing is worse, isn’t it?”
  • Doctor ENT also said, “Has anyone considered a possible autoimmune disease that may link everything together including your ears?  You’re pretty young to have all of these problems.”
  • My surgery is scheduled for October 20.  Last time, I was down for 4 days afterward.

SUMMARY

I am not really comfortable with getting surgery #13 based on the weakness of my ear drum and Doctor ENT’s previous comments over the past few years about future ear surgeries for me.  However, I am done questioning doctors so I will take the plunge.  After leaving the hospital today, I held back tears.  Even though I had my doubts that I’d finally be on Easy Diagnosis Street, part of me really wanted this to be the case.  My leg pain increased after the arterial Doppler that included blood pressure cuffs that tightened around my leg in four places.  Part of me does want to go back to Neurologist #1.  I’m going to do my best to give up on a diagnosis for my leg, etc.

Quello che sarà, sarà.

Of course, please do comment.

Doubleheader

First up, Retinal Specialist.

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congenital retinal tortuosity.  The End.

The rest of my eye troubles are “probably related to my thyroid”.  Any reason it is limited to the left side?  “The thyroid can cause a lot of problems”.  The End.  This is good news.  I’d be lying if I denied the fact that I was hoping that this specialist could shed some light on my other problems.  Oh well.

Next up, PCP

The same day, I scheduled an appointment with my PCP so she could check on my leg.  It was on this day that I realized that everyone who works in my PCP’s office realizes I visit often.  I don’t even have to check in.  They see me from afar and wave, “Nothing’s changed with your insurance or address, right, Queen?”  Nope, not since last Friday!  Hahahahaha. Argh.

I was in so much pain.  The last couple of days I had been standing, walking, bending, lifting, up stairs, down stairs, driving, and carrying quite a bit.  It was the worst pain and most limited I had been since my muscle biopsy.  It’s times like these when denial sets in.

I don’t want to have this problem; therefore, perhaps I can pretend it’s not there.  I can disregard the possible consequences for doing as much as I needed to do over those days.  I can do anything it takes.  I am the Queen of Optimism.  Nothing’s ever kept me down.  I keep going, and going, and going even if I go with an AFO or cane.

During my appointment with Dr. PCP, I was able to provide more details than usual.  Starting in July, I’ve been

This is not my foot but this is nearly identical to my limited dorsiflxion.

This is not my foot but this is nearly identical to my limited dorsiflexion.

keeping a pretty detailed log of my symptoms while also paying close attention to what is going on with my body.   I have a high pain tolerance and high ambitions so I can often block out the pain and symptoms to the point that I can’t clearly articulate them.  Not this time and dear Dr. PCP took notice.  “For about three weeks now, I started to gradually feel changes in my legs.  In the quiet hours of the morning, I take the time to examine what I am feeling.  It’s somewhat like a cramp, a Charley Horse, you know?  Not that short-term intense pain but the tightening and the inability to stretch out my foot.” I went on to describe the following:

  • My left foot tightens up and I have an inability to fully walk heel to toe…my foot slides on the ground.
  • The bottom of my foot will feel not only tight but painful, sometimes severely.
  • I examine my foot dorsiflexion and it is impaired.  It’s not that I can’t lift my toes/foot at all but only about 25% as high as my right foot.
  • From  my notes, I see that there are at least 5 instances in the past year, including approximately 3.5 weeks ago when my left leg began bothering me shortly before or on the day I begin menstruation.
  • Pain increase if my leg is dangling from a chair and not able to touch the ground.  I also feel an increase in pain when my leg stays in the same place for a long time, like when driving.
  • Sometimes, there is pain in my knee area and it is tender to the touch.
  • My worst days are those when I do a lot of walking, standing, and stair climbing.

You have no idea how much I'm counting on you little pill.

You have no idea how much I'm counting on you little pill.

Conversation:  Dr. PCP and Me

“Have you ever had an arterial doppler?”

“I had an ultrasound on my leg when it was suspected that I had a blood clot some 10 plus years ago.  It was repeated several times and I stayed overnight at the hospital.”

“That type of test doesn’t check the arteries.  I want you to get an arterial doppler.  With the relation to your menstruation, the effect of standing and your leg dangling, that can be because of your arterial blood flow.  It’s hard for me to find the pulse in your left leg.  It feels stronger in your right.”

“Ok.”

“Remember my intern?  She came up with an idea that you may have a vascular problem and if you have this specific problem, it would be very, very rare.  This test will tell us.   I’m going to have to write her a letter.”

“What do I do for the pain?  Now that I’m more in touch with what’s going on, I realize how badly it hurts.  I liked it better when I blocked it all out.”

“Aspirin.  Take low dose, 81mg, up to a total of 325mg/day.  If it’s what I think it may be, the aspirin will help the pain within 24 to 48 hours.”

I have a tentative appointment for my arterial doppler on Monday.  It depends on my ability to get authorization from my health insurance.  If I do get the appointment, Monday will be a triple header of doctors’ appointments.

My prescription for the doppler says Diagnosis: Intermittent vascular claudication symptoms”. When looking up more information about claudication, it seems like a reasonable explanation other than the fact that this sort of thing typically does not happen to people in their thirties.

The optimistic side of me wants to feel like this is a breakthrough – at least something to go on.  The frustrated side of me is bracing for another disappointing conversation about how much of a puzzle I am.

What do you think?  Am I finally going to get some real answers?  I care about what you have to say. Share your self through comments.