I went to see a new rheumatologist today, and for the first time in a long time, I had an amazing experience. If I was the type of writer who just named names, I would be giving a massive shout out to this guy right now, but I did not ask for or get his permission to do that, so… DM me if you live in Connecticut and need a good rheumatologist?
The first rheumatologist I went to left a lot to be desired. I won’t get too far into it, but she rolled her eyes at me a few times, told me I was wrong about my body, and sent me out the door for a prescription for drugs I’d already tried and told her didn’t work.
This new guy, though? Oh man. I loved him. Not only did he listen, but he also kind of got excited by my situation, because apparently none of it makes any sense.
He looked at my bloodwork: all good.
He tested my flexibility: All good.
My muscle tone: All good.
He even took new x-rays of my SI joint: no abnormalities.
In fact, the only abnormality is this weird HLA-B27 gene and my hip joints, which are definitely not right, but also should not be causing the kinds of symptoms that I’m experiencing.
So… I am fit as a fiddle and totally screwed up. I’m a medical mystery! And I’m not gonna lie, that’s kind of fun, right? I mean, as a creative person, I never want to be ordinary. After all, what blogger wants to come home planning to write an update about her weird medical condition and be like “turns out I’m dehydrated.” I mean, I am probably dehydrated because who isn’t, but we’re pretty sure that dehydration isn’t the issue here.
No, instead I get to come home and say “I AM EMELIE, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE. HEAR MY HIPS ROAR…OR SNAP, CRACKLE, POP.” Oh man, wait.. maybe there are elves living in my hips? Do elves show up on x-rays??