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A Noob’s Guide to Getting an Incurable Disease
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
Wait wrong saga ;)
As they say things happen in threes
OK it all started around the end September 2006. I was retrenched from my job of 3 years (Help Desk at local ISP, it wasn't missed), that’s one. The following day my landlord told me she was not renewing my lease the following month, so that was two.
So I had to sign up to Social Security (Unemployment Benefits) and hunt for new place to live. Found a new place around mid December (land lord was nice enough to give me some extra time).
Then I had to attend "Job Search Training" as part of the requirement to receive Unemployment benefits. While attending the JST sessions I began to notice a few strange things happen.
First off I began having issues with my legs, this involved not being able to run, I could only do a quick shuffle. Climbing stairs became an issue as well; I had to do the "one stair at a time" climb. I really didn't think much about it at the time, and thought "I will make an appointment to see the Doctor" in the New Year (typical male :) )
In the process of the JST I sent quite a few CV's and ended up getting some hours in an old industry I use to work in (Hospitality). I began to notice more things, one was I was becoming really tired. I just thought it was because I was a little unfit, and use to a "sit on my arse" type job, not an active type one.
So while I was doing this job I was still fielding response to all the CV's I'd sent out. One day while I was in the shower I heard the home phone ring (main contact point as didn't have mobile/cell phone at time). So I bolted out the shower and sprinted naked up the hallway (flat-mate wasn't home). Halfway down the hallway my right knee gave out, and I went crashing face first into the carpet.
With all of these weird things happening I decide to make an appointment to see my family Doctor. So off I toddled, and gave him the list of symptoms I had the things that were happening. He scratched his head and was a little baffled. So he sent me off to get a CT-Scan of my lower lumber region as all of the major symptoms had been in my lower limbs.
The scans came back not showing anything of major significance. So he decided to book me into see a specialist (Neurologist). My Doctor finally found one that had an open appointment in six weeks time (earliest we could find). After the booking was made he said if anything "major" happens to get back in contact and he would see about getting the appointment moved up.
Cut to about a week and a half later. It was Friday, my normal shopping day. This would involve me catching the bus into town with my trolley and walking from the bus stop to the Adelaide Central Markets.
The bus stop closest to my house was about a five minute walk for a normal able bodied person to walk, but this Friday it took me fifteen minutes, and was pretty tired when I got to the bus stop. Bus came and got on and traveled in to the city. Got off in town (Currie Street) and began to walk to the Adelaide Central Markets. This walk is about a fifteen minute walk on average for normal person. Mine took me about thirty five minutes…
So by the time I got there I needed to sit down for a spell. Once I had rested for a bit I did my normal walk around and shop. After this I went to my favourite café Cibo on Gouger Street and had a couple of Long Blacks sitting out the front as it was a nice warm summers day and then decide to make the trip back…
Well… then it hit me and I couldn't really move. Not sure of what to do I called my mother and explained to her what had happened. She agreed to come and pick me up. She arrived and picked me up and we made a detour past my parents place. When my Dad saw me the first words out of his mouth were "You look like death warmed up" and suggested I go to the hospital. I poo poo'd the idea as I didn't feel like spending the weekend in hospital. I said I would call the Doctor on Monday. So Mum took me home and I went to bed and slept for about twelve to eighteen hours.
On Monday I called and the earliest appointment I could get was for the next day (Tuesday), so I took that. So saw my Doctor on Tuesday morning, and explained to him what had happened, he said I probably should have gone to hospital. Anyway he rang the Neurologist and explained the situation, and with luck there had been a cancellation the next day (Wednesday) in the morning. So we took that appointment.
So I go to the Neurologist the next morning, I list the array of symptoms I had been observing. He gets me to lie on the exam table of prods, pokes, bends and pulls me… After the exam he says there are some unusual responses, one of which was when he scratched the sole of my foot with a pointy object my toes went the wrong way.
So he decides I need an MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging), and he gives me the piece of paper with this to give to his receptionist. Out the front we wait while the receptionist rings and makes an appointment (he had marked urgent on my file). It turns out she knows the woman she's speaking to on the phone (something about being in her bridal party) and there was an opening that afternoon at five thirty.
So we take it. My Mum had a pervious appointment so we organize my Dad to give me a lift. As we had time to kill (Neurologist appoint was about eleven) my dad and I decided to have lunch in town to kill time.
So at the appointed time we head off to the scanning place. This was my first time getting a MRI. Let me tell you it's not like what they show on TV medical shows… First they don't give you a little pair of "Walk-man type headphones", no they give you industrial strength ear muffs...
Why???
Because it get extremely noisy in the MRI. Second they show these nice large machines on TV shows…
Wrong…
The tube is actually quite narrow. So I discovered I have a mild case of claustrophobia. So after a lot of deep breathing and a blind fold they finally got me in there.
It was going to take forty minutes to do from the top of my head to the base of my spine. So I asked if they could do my head, and give me a breather, and then my spine. They agreed.
So they stuck me in the tube all blindfolded up and started the scan. Well its bloody noisy in there when the thing gets all fired up, and you get the odd weird feeling (vibration through the body) when they change the polarity to scan a different way.
So after about twenty minutes they finished my head and yanked me out for a breather and a glass of water. Then it was back in for my spine, which took another twenty minutes. By the end after a little of deep breathing I was somewhat semi relaxed and the last five to ten minute flew by.
All in all, it was not a fun thing.
Part II will continue the Saga