I came on to this site because I feel alone, frustrated, sad, angry about having TN. Now I feel somewhat guilty for those feelings, though I know my experience is just as legitimate as any other.
I am going to tell my story because I think it is a “success” story. Though I didn’t think of it that way at the time.
I have always had sinus issues, so when the first pain arrived, I thought it was late fall sinus pain. But then it migrated to my lower jaw. There aren’t sinus cavities there, so I saw my dentist whose x-rays showed no problems. What to do?
I next went to my PA, but this was above her pay-grade. She had no idea what it was, prescribed antibiotics. No help. By the next weekend I was frantic. By this point I was having sharp stabbing episodes five or eight times a day… And I don’t know what the medical texts are talking about; these lasted two to twenty minutes. Eating or drinking anything was hellacious.
I ended up at the urgent care. The doctor there immediately recognized TN. And this is the lucky part: I was only two weeks in to serious symptoms, and the culprit was identified.
That doesn’t mean everything went smoothly from then on out. He did take me off the useless antibiotics and start a gabapentin build up, but the neurologists in town had months-long waits to see them. That was ridiculous. TN is simply NOT another neurological disorder, it’s torture and should be handled as an emergency.
Even with the gabapentin building in my system, I ended up in the emergency room the next weekend because the TN triggered a migraine which caused me to lose electrolytes (vomiting) until I lost control of the right side of my body. Scary.
Luck was here too: I ended up at an ER with an MRI machine. Unfortunately for me it showed… Nothing. No recourse, no fixes.
But they agreed with the urgent care doctor, provided support to his diagnosis and upped my dosage of the gabapentin, which turned off the symptoms like turning off a tap. Again lucky.
If that doctor at urgent care hadn’t been so well versed in nervous disorders it could have been months before diagnosis, screaming into towels in the bathroom so as not to frighten my kids.
If I hadn’t responded so well to the anti-convulsant medications, it might have been months testing out products in a depressing spiral of hope and disillusion.
I have a terrible disease. I hate it. It affects me every day… But I’m lucky.
Weird.
Sue