About me section
Hi, my name is Paul, I’m 26 and I have CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demylinating Polyneuropathy). This blog will try to document my symptoms, progression and treatment from start to finish, along with my frequent encounters with the NHS in both West Yorkshire and south Wales. This blog is an attempt to keep you and more importantly me entertained on this ongoing, ruddy bumpy, uncomfortable and often frustrating journey.
This is me. Mid way through the Yorkshire 3 peaks in July 2012. 13 miles down, 13 more to go! (Not at all demoralised)
I can honestly say, my feet have never ached so much in my entire life! But from this I hope you can tell I was just like everyone else; reasonably fit, happy, quite outdoorsy and a keen angler (A link to my other blog Paul on Coarse Fishing can be found here). Now, I’m considerably less fit, still happy (with a few moody bouts), generally house bound (unless I break the Zimmer out) and it’s been well over a year since I’ve wet a line. If you’ve read this far you’re probably either aware of what CIDP is or are thinking “what on earth is this guy on about?” If either of those are the case, you’re committed, and I’m about to begin the story from the beginning...
Showing posts with label A&E. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A&E. Show all posts
24 June 2013
Wales v England
The symptoms in my hands and legs
continued steadily until an unfortunate peak on the 16th of March.
This date is remembered for a number of reasons, firstly - Wales defeating
England in the 6 Nations Rugby tournament to seal the championship – WIN; secondly
- because after walking 250 meters after watching the match I collapsed – FAIL.
21 June 2013
Some don’t like it hot.
Frustratingly, the symptoms in my hands became gradually
worse and I began to notice that it was severely exacerbated by heat. It was a
constant occurrence to wake up with severe tingling fingers/ hands whilst being
warm. Then as the day wore on the tingling would become less. The heat as an
accelerant of my symptoms became increasingly obvious on a Sunday morning after
a warm bath. After a quick dip (10 minutes) both my hands became useless, which
resulted in an outward display of frustration (me throwing my antiperspirant on
the floor because I couldn’t hold the bottle or press the button with my
finger). This was really starting to pee me off. Although I still hadn’t
undergone my Nerve Conduction Study (NCS) I thought that the rapid progression
of my symptoms, coupled with the lack of sensation, was sufficient enough to
warrant a trip to A&E.
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