This time last week I had never heard of ITP.
For context, I live in a small country in the Mediterranean, and at the moment we're going through an unusually hot period for the time of year - so if I did feel tired at the time, I put it down to the heat.
Anyway, about 10 days ago, I woke up with what looked like a rash on one leg. The next day, it was on both legs, and the day after that, I had bruises on my arms, which I definitely didn't remember making. Finally went to my GP who sent me for a blood test, which had to be repeated, probably because the med lab couldn't believe what they were seeing, that is, a platelet count of 0.
It was quite a shock to get an afternoon phone call from my doctor telling me to pack a bag and go to hospital immediately. We have one national hospital (which is free because we make payments into a fund until we're pensioned) and a few private ones which are not for emergency cases.
So off I go, knowing that I faced a long, terrifying wait - I'm in my late forties, but have no children, and have only had a colonoscopy in the past- no other visits to hospital.
After about 3 hours, I finally got to see an admitting doctor, and the tests started: more bloods were taken, resulting in huge black bruises, an EKG, a chest X-ray, urine test.
The doctor repeated my GP's initial diagnosis, and admitted me to an observation ward, to be seen by the consultant hematologist in the morning. This was at 1:30am. At 3 am, another doctor came to see me, and when I mentioned I had a headache (I have sinus issues) sent me for a CT scan. The next morning I was sent for an ultrasound exam.
All these were clear, so the process of elimination resulted in the diagnosis of ITP - which is when I started researching the disorder. Oh, and for the first time in my life, a medical professional told me she was relieved I had not been losing any weight recently! I know it's because low platelets can be a symptom of leukemia, but it was funny for me to hear, after having my weight issues shoved in my face all my life.
Treatment started with 5 days IV-Ig and prednisone for 4 weeks, though I have to go for a review to the oncology Centre, where blood stuff is handled here (and the look on my mother's face when hearing the word oncology was something else), so maybe they'll be tapered off. Because within 3 days, my platelets went up to 114, and when I was discharged they were up to 200.
I'm mostly worried about the diabetes risks associated with high doses of steroids, and am having to watch GL loads for everything I eat for the first time ever. Even worse, I suffer from IBS, so foods which are low GI often give me diarrhea, and vice versa. This is not helping.
I'm trying to be positive but it's hard. I know I'm luckier than most because I got all my treatment for free ( technically- like I said we, we pay percentages off our salaries all our working lives) , but I'm feeling weepy. Stupid steroids are turning me into a teenager again.