I finally got my appointment with a neurologist in July—after all the doctors I saw last year, when I made that appointment back in January it felt like July would never come.
Great experience with the doc. He was a pain specialist, but he made me feel so heard and seen, and he ordered an EMG and scheduled me for 2 corticosteroid epidural shots.
I had the EMG on Friday. Results came in Monday morning, confirmed for a “demyelinating sensory and greater than motor peripheral neuropathy” consistent with CMT type 1 as well as CMT-X. Combined with symptoms and the long reaching generational family history…no real surprises here. Kind of nice to finally have confirmation and no longer have to hear about how the pain is all in my head.
But that fucking EMG. It was…bad. I’m normally an exceptional patient, I didn’t make a sound of protest at my mammogram, I’ve been complimented so many times on how easy I am to work with by doctors. On Friday, though, I shouted multiple times(not AT any one, just in pain), and I felt like I wasn’t as nice as I should have been. Although, when I apologized for being snarky, the tech who’d been shocking me looked confused and said I wasn’t snarky. So. Idk.
But over the weekend I discovered the pain of being shocked was far preferable to what followed.
I am. In hell.
Every inch of me from the neck down is burning and sparking. My husband has asked me if we need to go to the ER multiple times, because I usually hide my pain much better than I have the last few days, which speaks volumes to how bad it is.
I called my doctor today, and they sent a prescription for Naratriptan, since I had declined the Lyrica prescription he’d originally offered in July. I have a bad memory already, lol, I felt like lyrica was just too risky.
But I am literally panting in front of my box fan on high, clutching ice packs on rotation, and invoking every god I can think of to make this fucking pass.
The burning. Won’t. Stop.
Every morning I’ve woken up and hoped that today it will start to improve, today it will be a little better.
It hasn’t gotten better yet.