Extra Crud

A little over a week ago, at my little nephew's 4th birthday party, I unthinkingly sat across from one of my dearly loved nieces who had bronchitis. As I've mentioned before, I've had over half a dozen intensive rounds of Prednisone which weakens the immune system, so later, my mom pointed out that that had probably been a very bad idea for me and that she had tried to get me to sit somewhere else. Me, being a virtual mental incompetent with this disease, did not get the hint.

So, once I got to my mom's place, I thought it would be a great idea to gargle with Listerine, which I hadn't used in years. (I do occasionally use Scope.)

Badder idea.

I quickly swished a bit in my mouth and spit it out, and took a bit more in my mouth. In those 2 seconds, maybe, it was enough to cause my throat to slam shut and my head and chest to be filled with mucus. I had to spew it out of my mouth and ran to my purse, unable to speak or breathe, gesturing wildly to mom.

I was able to get some of my Albuterol inhaler in me enough to open my throat enough to swallow a couple of Benadryl between severe bouts of coughing. Eventually, I was able to get down a hydroxyzine (H1 inhibitor), a couple of ranitidine (H2 inhibitor), and a Phenavent (a molecular equivalent of epinephrine and ephedrine).

I had no Epi-pen as I haven't yet been able to swing the $90 bucks for it, having no insurance.

After gagging and coughing and gasping and near vomiting for about 10 minutes, I coughed up/vomited up an entire handful of mucus.

AN ENTIRE HANDFUL!! I swear, it was about 3/4 of a cup! It was the most revolting experience in my life, that I can recall.

I don't know if this was anaphalaxis or not, but I seriously thought I was going to die for about 10 or 15 minutes.

Gradually, my system calmed down, but for several days I was a good bit sicker than usual, especially wracked by the physical pain and exhaustion.

Now, I am apparently suffering from a cold on top of the general misery I live with daily. About two days ago, my head became stopped up non-stop, despite my usual use of the nasal spray which is the only remedy that allows me to breathe between blowing my nose, which is a constant. My doctor says to just keep using it since it's the only thing that helps. I mean, when you're shoveling in antihistamines like Allegra, and hydroxyzine, (and whatever else is available sometimes) and your nose still won't quit running and you still can't inhale through your nose, you do whatever works.

So, last night I started back on the Phenavent regularly which I've been hoarding for use during my worst times. It's helping with the congestion which is now filling my chest, also. The sneezing, coughing, watery eyes, and back and chest pain I'm just living through. The usual myalgia is kicking up a little more strangely than usual. The Relafen is helping, then not, then is. What the hell.

It's a little hard to tell where the virus picks up and the masto leaves off.

All Advisors Appreciated

I've done nothing to promote this blog, really, as it's just been a place to put my "stuff" and feelings, so I was surprised to recently find out that someone had noticed it. I've been exchanging emails with another masto victim, which seems like the proper word, rather than patient. Some of the following is taken from some of that correspondence, but I thought I'd put out a call for anyone who can contribute general information or information about resources to please contact me.

I live alone, so no one really sees me when I'm sickest as I'm home alone in bed. It took awhile for my family to come to understand that I was actually sick. Now they do, but I hate to talk to them much about it as I don't want them to have a perception that talking to me means talking about sickness. Who wants to do that? I wouldn't and I don't want them to come to avoid me. Hence, this blog, to help me get things off my chest without bothering anyone. It, and a kind of political blog I also do, plus writing in general (and rewriting, as all of it now comes out a mess and I have to mold it into something readable with real and proper words... for example, I will often type the preceding more like "mole it into someone readable with reel and proofer works", no kidding, I don't know why), are my efforts to keep my brain functioning, too. I used to read the classics, now I have to reread paragraphs in magazines repeatedly.

I'm sure now that I'm in another bad phase as I doled out one of my last few Wellbutrin and two Ritalin's plus as much caffeine as I could stand yesterday to try to get some things done around the house. I achieved about 1/4 of what I used to be able to do working normally with little urgency and I was going as all out as much as I possibly could. I still ended up having to lay down twice. From 10am to 10pm, I managed to take a shower, gather some various spread out messes into sorted piles of messes, wash and dry one load of clothes, strip the bed, wash and dry the linens, remake the bed, throw out a bunch of trash, including most, not all, of moldy messes in the fridge. That was it. It's hard not to be disappointed in myself, but I know I did all I could manage. Much better than most days.

For that, today I spent mostly in bed, racked by the fatigue, myalgia, diarrhea, stomach cramps and quesiness, and my rashes have gone into overdrive, even though I've been taking hydroxyzine, an H1 blocker and Prevacid.

It's my third day since I've run out of ranitidine, my H2 blocker. I have to take 300 mg a day, plus Prevacid when I can get it or Prilosec OTC. I stay broke trying to live on disability, but I'll have to scramble around and try to get some more ranitidine tomorrow. It's pretty cheap OTC so that tells you how broke I am. Still, my system has gone haywire without it.

When I say haywire, what I mean is that I pretty much feel like I have to burp or poot all of the time. Constantly. Only, if I poot I'm just as likely to poop badly so I'm always running to the potty. And, if I burp, I'm just as likely to barf. Yet, I have no heartburn or indigestion. Probably because I have no desire to eat anything. If I try, I just manage to choke down a little. This is new, this time. No appetite. None. No hunger, either. Totally new for me.

My mental capacity has diminished so terribly, I can't imagine working or studying anything, even without the physical symptoms. The few weeks I had on Gastrocrom alleviated the brain fog greatly, but without it, and not to use the word in a derogatory way but rather descriptive, I get more and more retarded every day. So far, I've only had about two months, April and November, when I have felt somewhat better, except for the last 10 days or so I was taking the Gastrocrom. It was like a miracle, clearing up my rashes to a large degree, clearing the brain fog, and really helping the gastrointestinal. It even helped the fatigue some little bit, though I noted nothing different with the myalgia.

I've only had two Singulairs in the last two weeks. I have two left. I save them for severe attacks.

Any advice anyone can give me would be greatly appreciated, about meds or anything, especially about anyone's experience with the PPA program or what help the Mastocytosis Society might have been to them. I would be especially interested in hearing other peoples stories, and how you were diagnosed, and whether you think my doctor's clinical diagnosis will hold up or not as I will have to pursue social security disability. My disability insurance company has provided me with attorneys but I haven't been able to get the paperwork done yet. I have to do that paperwork and the paperwork for PPA, but it's hard to do complicated paperwork when first you have to peel yourself up off the floor.

Any tips you might have as to how I can deal with the health insurance company who has denied my medical coverage extension by claiming that there is no evidence I cannot work as a business analyst, despite my doctor's assurances, would also be helpful. I can appeal their determination to deny extension of my medical coverage.

I was only diagnosed a month before my insurance expired and I was terminated, and only then due to my own research. My doctors were stumped and just kept giving me round after round (6 or 7) of prednisone and then not understanding when I would just come out even sicker.

Needless to say, I haven't had a bone marrow test nor have any of the doctors I've seen had any idea how to test me, nor know who could, nor could I afford it if they did. I have to admit some anger at the doctors who were treating me originally as I don't think this would have developed if they had responded to my numerous complaints about the reactions I was obviously having to the Levaquin and the anti-biotic ointments, instead of telling me it was normal. According to my research and the doctors, adult onset of mastocytosis is triggered by an allergic reaction. An internist and an allergist have both clinically diagnosed me with systemic mastocytosis, probably centralized in my gastrointestinal system. Tellingly, the broad spectrum anti-biotic Levaquin I was on for my injury and which the pulmonologist determined I was having an allergic reaction to, was originally developed to treat gastrointestinal infections.

I would like to open up this blog to posts by other masto victims, if anyone would like to make contributions. You can post a little or a lot, once or as many times as you might like. Just email me and let me know and I can set you up to post as you'd like.

Otherwise, any medical, experiential, or even legal advice or expertise you may have for me would be greatly appreciated.