PN and Ankylosing Spondylitis
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:05 pm
Hi all, I am brand new to this forum. I have been diagnosed with A.S. and P.N. I am having a horrific day and feel utterly despondent that these two diagnosis, which overlap in a million ways, can be sorted out by myself of the U.S. Healthcare system.
In a nutshell, in 2001, I had abrupt onset inguinal pain and change in gait.
I was an avid exerciser at the time, finding my body very stiff and uncooperative if I didn't exercise.
OB-GYNs vs Orthopaedics vs etc etc convinced me that I needed a stat hysterectomy. They had NO IDEA what they were talking about!
So, into my autoimmune and chronically inflamed pelvis came a surgeon famously able to complete a total hyst via laproscopy in 42 minutes.
End result: nerve damage, bones in pelvis still inflamed and fused/fusing, depression, change in personality, yada yada after that.
I have seen both Dr. Renney (2007) and Dr. Antolak (2013). Both looked like 'deer caught in headlights' when I told them I had A.S.
Rheumatologists have written me off as: bipolar, "hypersexual", if I say the extreme genital pain is the worst part of A.S. Since the literature on A.S. refers to Groin Pain as a 'Hallmark Feature' I though everyone had this. I do tend to come off as very Anxious (for some reason).
I did manage to parlay the A.S. diagnosis into disability benefits: but I was dismayed to learn that simply telling the truth (my left side genital are being tortured and making me lose rationality) did not work. Some lawyer did something I don't know how...
Meanwhile, I've become dependent on my husband's career (I am well educated and used to contribute more $$ to the household). And he has been laid off repeatedly in the last decade for a variety of reasons. so I feel like my duty is to be as ***small*** as possible.
I am sorry for the emotional dumping: but I just can't figure out how to give a damn right now. Hubby looking for work again; my parents are 'wasps' who think The System works, my sister is a new age gal who won't talk to me (tough love) until I take on Monsanto at gunpoint; my oldest son in a genius in college --- needing money of course. In my fourties, I lost my best friend. As I look(ed) younger than I felt, and couldn't walk across the den, my world shrank 1000%.
I'm sure at some point in the future, I hope to get that pull yourself up by the bootstrings urge, but having some actual goals that are achievable financially and practically would be Everything.
In a nutshell, in 2001, I had abrupt onset inguinal pain and change in gait.
I was an avid exerciser at the time, finding my body very stiff and uncooperative if I didn't exercise.
OB-GYNs vs Orthopaedics vs etc etc convinced me that I needed a stat hysterectomy. They had NO IDEA what they were talking about!
So, into my autoimmune and chronically inflamed pelvis came a surgeon famously able to complete a total hyst via laproscopy in 42 minutes.
End result: nerve damage, bones in pelvis still inflamed and fused/fusing, depression, change in personality, yada yada after that.
I have seen both Dr. Renney (2007) and Dr. Antolak (2013). Both looked like 'deer caught in headlights' when I told them I had A.S.
Rheumatologists have written me off as: bipolar, "hypersexual", if I say the extreme genital pain is the worst part of A.S. Since the literature on A.S. refers to Groin Pain as a 'Hallmark Feature' I though everyone had this. I do tend to come off as very Anxious (for some reason).
I did manage to parlay the A.S. diagnosis into disability benefits: but I was dismayed to learn that simply telling the truth (my left side genital are being tortured and making me lose rationality) did not work. Some lawyer did something I don't know how...
Meanwhile, I've become dependent on my husband's career (I am well educated and used to contribute more $$ to the household). And he has been laid off repeatedly in the last decade for a variety of reasons. so I feel like my duty is to be as ***small*** as possible.
I am sorry for the emotional dumping: but I just can't figure out how to give a damn right now. Hubby looking for work again; my parents are 'wasps' who think The System works, my sister is a new age gal who won't talk to me (tough love) until I take on Monsanto at gunpoint; my oldest son in a genius in college --- needing money of course. In my fourties, I lost my best friend. As I look(ed) younger than I felt, and couldn't walk across the den, my world shrank 1000%.
I'm sure at some point in the future, I hope to get that pull yourself up by the bootstrings urge, but having some actual goals that are achievable financially and practically would be Everything.