Myositis Saga – Part 12: October – Strength
It ended in the same way it had started. Eighteen months before I had randomly bumped into my rheumatologist at my doctor’s surgery.
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Myositis Saga – Part 11: September – Facets of my Mind
I was anticipating my upcoming rheumatologist appointment with a mix of fear and trepidation. My General Practitioner and I had made the decision to increase my immunosuppressant dose due to a relapse of my myositis.
Myositis Saga – Part 10: July and August: Wait and Hope
The Intensive Care Specialist looked at me and then glanced back at the monitor above my head. My blood pressure had been slowly creeping ever higher. Quickly weighing up the possible causes and their treatment options he asked if I was in pain.
Myositis Saga – Part 9: April to June: Disaster
The sudden onset of weakness smashed into me like a rogue wave, washed me off the seeming stability of terra firma, landed me in a swirling torrent of water, and then a rip proceeded to drag me relentlessly out into the deep and never-ending ocean. The water rolled over my head and it felt like I was about to drown.
Myositis Saga – Part 8: January to March -Dreaming of Freedom
The venetian slats across my window imparted to my room the confining atmosphere of a cage. Towering buildings dominated the view, with only a small patch of sky peaking through at the upper left corner. For the majority of my hospital stay this had been grey and bleak.
Myositis Saga – Part 7: November and December – Trying to Keep Alive
My head whirled while my pulse pounded like a drum in my ears. I was dizzy, nauseous and tachycardic, and I had almost reached the point of giving up. I had no idea what to do next. The easiest thing would be to just die. That’s what it felt like my body was trying to do anyway.
Beauty for Ashes 