Hi, all. I'm not sure how to start this, but I had my first appointment with a rheumatologist last Monday. My final diagnosis is not certain yet, but I believe PsA is one of the few options left so I am here for more info.
I am 33, and until a month ago I worked produce in a grocery store. I mostly worked nights hauling heavy skids of produce off our trailers and putting the boxes away in our storage for the day people to work to the sales floor. It's pretty physical work, so when I started noticing that my feet were a bit stiff in the mornings, I thought little of it.
That was followed by months of mysterious sprains in my knees that came and went ("nothing serious"😉, and then a visit to Urgent Care with chest pain that was Dxed costochondritis. Since my job involves lifting, I was again told it wasn't serious.
Then one night my hip started hurting - and I mean, it was some of the worst pain I've ever felt. Another visit to Urgent Care, which turned into being sent to the hospital when X-rays turned up no physical injury. The docs told me the only option left for someone my age was an infection, yet my bloodwork turned up only slight signs of inflammation and nothing else, which baffled them. I was finally sent home late at night when all the bacterial cultures came back negative, and they said it was probably a viral infection. Rare, but a viral infection can travel to a joint from another infected area, they told me. I had just started getting a red, watery eye that I thought was a viral infection, so I figured case closed.
Then my eye turned out to be iritis - very stubborn iritis that wouldn't heal with weeks and weeks of high-dose steroid drops. And a painful limp in my right foot turned out to be Achilles tendinopathy and really severe plantar fasciitis, which put me in a cast and then on medical leave. At that point, I started to think something much bigger was wrong, but most people in my life besides my hypochondriac roommate blew this off.
But then the tops of my feet started to hurt on and off and turn red, then my knees, my shoulders, my elbows, my wrists and my fingers. I also developed a purpura rash from my toes to my knees. Some days I felt like I had the flu, but without the fever. The speed of at which everything got worse was breathtaking - a month ago I could still lift boxes at work (although it hurt my feet like crazy) and suddenly now I can barely drag myself from my bed to the toilet. I made an emergency visit to my doc, who sent me to a rheumy. So far, the Dx is some type of inflammatory (seronegative) arthritis, but I am getting more X-rays and tests done this week.
The reason I suspect PsA specifically is that I have had VERY mild lesions on my face and ears in the past that I thought were psoriasis. (It's not eczema, which I have also had since I was a baby, and easily recognize.) But it's never been something I even bothered to get a doc to look at when I had it because it was barely bothersome. So I do not have a solid Dx for psoriasis.
I am feeling immensely lost, because I just don't know where to go from here. The rheumy put me on high-dose Naproxen, which I feel is only keeping me at the barest level of functionality. If I want to even hobble to the corner store (or I have a bad day), I need to bum oxycodone or something from my roommates. Do other people do NSAID/opiate combos? I know of biologics, but I also know it is impossible for me to afford them. Do DMARDs reduce pain?
What level of functionality should I even be aiming to get back? I feel like my time working at my grocery store is done. I don't know right now how I could ever get back to lifting hundreds of pounds of produce and having inflexible hours when I don't know which joint is going to hurt tomorrow or even later today. I'm so mad at myself now for dropping out of university with a pathetic GPA, because I have nothing to fall back on. I have worked retail my whole life. I have no idea what I will do for income now.
I can maybe do ONE "thing" a day (like sweep the kitchen) and that is it. Often I "pay" even for that one thing with hours of agony.
Every day now I just think, "Is this my life for the rest of my life? Do I get anything from my old life back, and when?"