A little more than 2 years ago, my husband and I bought a small horse property and brought my two horses home. A couple months later, I had my first “flare” - my fingers had ballooned up, especially on my right hand. I couldn’t make a fist. I was completely exhausted and I had a fever. I went to the doctor, thinking I had lyme or something else tickborne. My bloodwork didn’t show anything abnormal (other than high inflammation markers), but I was put on Doxycycline since I live in New England and I’m outside a lot with the horses. The theory was that the Lyme antibodies hadn’t developed in my blood yet. The doxy helped manage the inflammation, but I was still exhausted. Still, my most obvious symptoms (swelling and fever) went away so I figured that was that and I moved on.
Over the last year and a half, I’ve had several other health issues including random fevers, periods of extreme exhaustion and one incident of chest pain where I was sent to the E.R. but nothing conclusive was found. A few weeks ago, my hands ballooned up again the same way they did the first time, so I went back to the doctor expecting to be treated for Lyme again. At that point, my doctor started linking all my prior history and started suspecting autoimmune. She ran another full tick panel, tested for Rheumatoid Factor and ANA but nothing came back. At this point, we were over a month beyond the period when I first noticed the swelling, so its very unlikely to be tickborne. Going off my symptoms alone, my doctor thinks the swelling in my hands is arthritis and now I’ve been referred to a rheumatologist.
My appointment with the rheumatologist is still over a month away. In the meantime, I’m struggling to go about my daily life without exacerbating the swelling in my hands. I’m in my mid-twenties, I’ve always been fit and healthy. Up until my last appointment two weeks ago, I thought all health issues were bad luck, so I am having a hard time slowing myself down.
The rheumatologist I am seeing comes highly recommended, and I am sure he’ll either find a diagnosis for me, or maybe figure out that I have just been unlucky. But that appointment is still pretty far out, and my hands are still fat, stiff and painful, and I’m pretty depressed that my “bad luck” might be here to stay.
I’d love to hear any advice, shared experiences or just commiseration you all have for me.