Yesterday I took yet another long journey down to London for another hospital test. This time around, I had the joys of a gastroscopy, which too be honest is not the nicest thing I have ever experienced – 6 hours nil by mouth may be tolerable if you live right by the hospital, but doing this along side a 2.5 hour journey was particularly unpleasant – I never realised how much I love drinking water!
I elected to have sedation as I am not a fan of feeling like I can’t swallow or breath, and judging by the bits I remember (namely choking), I’m pleased I did! They also took a couple of biopsies whilst down there, and again, the idea of knowing someone is taking a small chunk of my digestive tract isn’t something I want to be aware of while I’m unable to run away.
Sitting on the ward with a cannula in my arm felt odd. I don’t often consider myself to be ‘sick’, but each time I’m faced with a hospital test, it suddenly becomes real. I become painfully aware that these tests aren’t given to healthy people, and the number of tests I am in the process of having are certainly above the average for a healthy person of my age. This last year I have had far to many tests. Scans, an MRI, an echo, cardiac stress test, lung function test, 7 day halter monitor, numerous ECGs, tilt table test, a sleep study, 2 weeks wearing an actigraphy monitor, many hospital appointments, too many blood tests to count, and now comes the barrage of tests for my digestive tract and bladder. EDS really doesn’t let up. The worst thing is that I am fully aware that these are by no means the only tests that will come up in the near future as there are still other referrals to be sorted.
With every test comes the chance of yet another diagnosis, and this gastroscopy was not to disappoint. I have had digestive issues for so long that I forget it isn’t normal – recurrent issues with acid reflux, dysphagia, bringing up food (either undigested or partially digested), feeling sick every time I eat, bloating, pain, food intolerances, IBS type symptoms and only managing small amounts of food in one go before feeling like I’m going to throw up. I spent years trying to get help for it, but have repeatedly been told that its ‘probably just IBS’, or other equally unhelpful comments.
It wasn’t until I paid for that private appointment with a POTS specialist that these issues were taken seriously, and I after a long fight with my GP, I finally got a referral to a gastrologist.
With Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and POTS, gastric issues are common. A body thats too stretchy often leads to complications, and POTS is no better. Common issues include dysmotility such as gastroparesis, GORD, hernias and dysphagia, alongside issues with constipation, diarrhea, pain and cramps. To put it bluntly, its a whole bundle of fun.
I hadn’t really put much thought into weather they would find anything wrong during the gastroscopy – I think things have been belittled so often when I have gone for help that I had thought that there was nothing really wrong. If you spend enough time telling a patient that it must just be because they are tired/stressed/nervous then they start to believe it. I genuinely thought that perhaps everything was in my head rather then a real problem, and that these tests would only highlight this.
So after I came too, I headed into the nurses office who went through the exam. To my surprise I have a fair sized sliding hiatus hernia (and some damage done by acid reflux) to add to the list of weird and wonderful conditions caused by my faulty collagen!
The thing that has thrown me off most about this is that according to the nurse, this doesn’t explain a lot of the issues I have with my stomach, and so chances are there will be another unexciting diagnosis right around the corner. I have a couple more tests for these on the horizon, and it is safe to say I am looking forwards to these like a hole in the head.
Sometimes I think that I don’t really want to know what is going wrong anymore. I have a list of diagnosis fit for any 90 year old, and its scary to think just how many more may be added to the list. Ignorance is bliss as they say.
To add another spanner into the works, my blood test results for my thyroid levels have come back wrong for the second time – so no doubt that will be the next thing on the list to figure out.
For someone that looks so well, I certainly have a talent for being broken!