Sorry, I just need to vent as I'm in distress right now 😅
TW: Medical violence.
I'm in the process of getting diagnosed HEDS/HSD. It's not quite obvious, very laxe fingers, shoulders, yes, but I'm more on the chronic instability side (everything subluxate. All the time. And at +30, the pain and the instability is getting pretty hard to manage.) But the Beighton scale? The party tricks? Nah, it's out of my reach, now. I use to be more flexible, though. I'm diagnosed with dysautonomia and my allergologist is strongly suspecting MCAS. I have a auto-immune disease. I have the tism. All the commorbidities pointing strongly toward the EDS family.
My GP sent me to a sport doctor two months ago for a referal to the pain clinic (I was in agony but he didn't want to do the referal himself). By the time, I had met an orthopedist surgeon who put me in the referal process so it was pretty useless to still go to that sport doctor.
Yet I waited two months, so I went anyway, hoping for a low dose tramadol prescription to get me through everyday life or anything for the daily pain, really, until the pain clinic procedure is completed. Maybe he had a contact for a kine that specialize in hyperlaxity too? Maybe he could give me some advices.
It was yesterday. I went with my nurse, who clearly passed as my mom since nobody batted an eye nor asked who she was. 'Introduced myself at the secretary office. Waited.
That guy, the doc, was sitting at his office like I had personally offended him and asked me why I came.
I began to explain the usual- chronic, oftentimes debilitating, pain since forever, random falls from articulations that goes out of place.
Then the afternoon at the pool- the emergency trip after- 7 subluxations, 2 tendinis, 1 sprained ankle from swimming. The horrid pain, the no clue when it came from, the instability flare up, the huge loss of mobility, and the whole two next months slowly ending to a HEDS specialist who told me: "It could be HEDS. See you in a few months for the Beighton scale test."
The pool thing anecdotee got an immediate answer:
"That's not possible. You've swam before, right? So that's not possible. Who even diagnosed the so called subluxations?"
I just poker faced, because, I don't have the names of the too much doctors I saw in the emergency room back and forth, nor the night doctors called for a 8/10 pain at this very traumatic period of my life. I timidly slided my kinesitherapist name, since she resetted the ankle.
So instead of debatting, I explained that I went for a referal to the pain clinic at first.
He interrupted me, saying they won't take me, this with an amused laugh.
I should've run, but I'm the people pleaser type. So I just explained that the referral was in process. He was the one poker facing.
I talked about the microdosed tramadol since I'm on Izalgi and that's pretty strong.
"Well, tramadol is too."
"That's why the low dose."
He nodded like he had understood but didn't prescribed it.
Ain't got no tramadol.
Then he told me to go to the examination table and I was pretty stunned by all of this so I obeyed instead of breaking a leg, which I really should have.
He first took my leg, asking me where the main pain was. I showed the meniscus, the one with a tear on the radios I had brought him and that he had glanced at. You know, the tear from having that knee walked on while subluxated all the time. He put his thumb right there, and abruptly twisted my calf to the side, W sitting style. Then, he told me to tell him when it hurts.
I'm on casual day to day 3/10 pain, I had bones broken, I had been beaten more than my share. I don't know what hurts and what doesn't. But my brain didn't like the experiment at all since I slided full freeze and fawn.
Then he took off my socks. He threw them accross the cabinet and managed to move my sprained ankle in all direction.
By that time, I probably had bulging eyes and was just nervously laughing in loop. Then he went for my arm and twisted it behind my back. I could have sworn I had told him I was in a costochondritis flare up right before.
And he ended up going for my hips.
Told him if he keeps pushing on it, it will subluxate. I know that hip, it's the one compensating for the bad knee and the sprained ankle.
He told me:
"It's not possible." With a laugh.
It subluxated.
My scoliosis didn't like the experiment. My neck was in shamble. By the time he went for my neck, I cried him to stop and ended up in a ball.
So he told me to touch my toes instead.
I remember trying to go back on teaching him on instability vs flexibility, on ishio-jambier muscles atrophy, on...
Well, we sat back at the office.
"I'm not an expert but to me, you don't have HEDS at all. You don't have hypermobility, just the shoulder."
My nurse had been too stunned to intervene but she asked me if I was okay. I had been manhandled so bad that he had almost made me fall from the examination table. By the time I was sitting back, I had another sprained ankle, the meniscus tear worsened and my wrists were hurting like crazy.
I answered her I felt dirty.
She said: I know.
I still felt the need to show that 'doctor' the fingers party tricks. He just ignored it. It was pretty clear he expected a contortionnist level hypermobility or nothing and that he was pretty smug 'proving me' I didn't had that rare disease I was claiming to have.
I cried once I was finally home.
So yeah, I'm waiting for the HEDS specialist appointement next week. My best friend, who has diagnosed HEDS, has comforted me a bit. But I was already pretty insecure about the lack of flexibility. I know this is a spectrum and I do have more instability and flexibility altogether than my best friend. The invalidation doesn't reach deep but the doubt is still creeping in. I just hope to get diagnosed, because, if it isn't EDS/HSD, I'm just a doll with broken joints that bend awkwardly and can't hold in their sockets.