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Hi, my name is Podiceps73. I'm here because I have been very active all of my life and enjoyed outdoors immensely. And now things have changed. And no one can put a finger on exactly what has happened- but a few people have their opinions which is all that they are.
In January 2022, I received my booster injection for Covid 19. Within three days I developed a slight rash on my abdomen. Two days later it was confirmed that I had Shingles. I was 72 years old and was ignorant of the need to be double immunised and my Doctor (who is a dedicated physician) failed to see the warning on my health pages. I had Shingles twenty five years earlier so never thought of it recurring. The latest Shingles rash passed and no more skin pain occured. I had moderate pain and a rash of about 50mm diameter on my LHS abdomen and a few spots on the side and back.
A fortnight later I was finding it difficult to speak normally and when I did speak I was so slow getting the right words out that it was becoming a serious concern to say the least. My movements had also slowed down and we described at as the speed of an old sloth- I was truly very very slow. I was checked out by the local Hospital ED and no identifiable issues found.
Two or three weeks later I was referred to a Regional ED with suspected mini-strokes. I spent three nights in hospital and a thorough assessment occured including MRI of my brain. Still nothing found. One prior experience that I had was videod to show the Doctors just what was happening. I was sitting in a lounge chair reading and I had my legs crossed. I thought I will put them straight- in other words my intention was to lift my right leg off my left leg. Pretty simple procedure. We normally just automatically get on with it. But for some reason try as I might, I could not lift my right leg for even one millimetre- it was stuck there for about 15 minutes.
By this time I was wondering if this was just a load of "it's all in your head" stupid! But I sensed that it was real. This became my new reality and I had repeated episodes.
When I walked my legs felt as if they weighed a tonne and I could at best shuffle along; my arms also just hung heavily and required a bit of mental assistance to be lifted; my turning movements were slow just like a sloth- lifting my arms and legs required planning because my automatic functions had stopped working. I wondered if there was one part of my brain wanting to move and the other normally responding part failing to coperate.
The next four months saw the arrival of new changes that suggest I have to get used to this long term. And still no one has an answer.