3 years undiagnosed.
This time 3 years ago, I was healthy as a person could be. And then I got bronchitis.
Ok admittedly I'd always been a chesty child, but not particularly sickly. In my time at school I actually hated that, I was never off. I used to have to tell my parents I felt sick or deliberately get in the way of the ball in PE and take a knock to the head if I wanted a day off school.
But now I was an adult, and starting out in the world of work, and experiencing the end of term slump as we educators refer to it. The bronchitis came, but the breathlessness and tight chest and aching pain, stayed. The cough disappeared, but I still felt awful. I gave it 4 months before I went to the doctor, as the shortness of breath had risen to a point where I couldn't walk across my classroom without needing a break. I was terrified they would say I was just fat and unfit. I'd always been fat, but no-one could say I didn't do sports up until now - I was forever in the gym or the dojo or the zumba studio.
After testing and proving about 11 times that it wasn't asthma, I got referred to the Royal Brompton, whose expertise was supposedly unrivalled. However, I only got to see a doctor once every 2-3 months despite having to go to the hospital on the regular for nebuliser treatments and for them to tell me they could see I was ill, they just didn't get why. Their lung function tests showed a flattened expiratory flow loop, but the x rays, CT scans and bronchoscopy showed nothing really.
Then the blood tests showed really high levels of CRP, IgG and white blood cells. And I started having nosebleeds and bruising easily from nothing, feeling weak and dizzy. And of course, on top of the breathlessness, I got chest infections about once a month to every six weeks.
The white blood cell levels are still high, I now have appointments with endocrinology, haematology and more with RBH, am advised to take vitamin C and B12, but still no diagnosis. 3 years later, and not even that many appointments because the gap between appointments is so long.
The anxiety is crippling and part of me is completely and utterly terrified that it's all in my head, I'm making it up. I know I can't fake blood tests, or spirometry, I wouldn't even know how to try, but surely if there was something wrong someone would have found out what by now?? It makes life really tough at work and i'm eternally paranoid I'm going to be fired over it. I want it to be over.