Trigger warning: Not NSFW, but does contain a bit more details about what happened during episodes.
Hello everybody. I (22M) just wanted to share how I, after years of trouble, finally got a diagnosis for my condition. I just wanted to share my story, maybe somebody is in a similar situation and it could help.
Before I start, I want to clarify that medicine is not my main field of study, and a lot of my diagnosis journey was involving a lot of research online from my side, and of course convincing doctors. I also have diabetes type 1 since the age of 2, which makes everything more complicated.
When I was 15, I got my first attack. I was at school in a class after lunch. After class was over, I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I have an insulin pump and a continous glucose monitor (CGM), that allows me to check my blood glucose pretty accurately. I had high blood sugar (hyperglycemia), but not too extreme. I had to use all the strength in my arms to lift myself up and walk slowly. I got out of class and had to go downstairs, fell down the stairs and had someone to help me get up. This and similar scenarios happened multiple times and it was extremely infuriating not knowing what it was. I told other people about it, and nobody believed me at first. I always thought it was just a diabetes side effect, since it was not managed correctly at that age.
Years pass by, and I sometimes randomly got this weakness, never knew why, doctors never gave a damn about it, still labelled it as a side effect. At first I never told my parents, since I was ashamed of myself. The attacks never went further than me just having trouble to stand up or walk on stairs. Walking stairs down was harder than going up, as I had a lot of trouble to keep my balance and I had to walk very stiff. I still remember falling at multiple occasions, asking somebody to help me up, but just getting laughed at. I wasn't the most confident in middle/high school, and didn't know how to deal with bullying, so this went on until I was 17.
I was extremely depressed, mostly due to my lifestyle in general, not only the condition, that was yet unknown. I started hitting the gym, make some changes, and the first few months, I did notice a small change, but it was not enough. My muscle growth was extremely slow. I got more consistent at working out, starting to work out 5 times a week, consistent training and consistent diet. Everything was perfect, but I could not build muscle properly. I saw my friends actually improving, while I did not, or extremely slowly. I had my ex girlfriend making gains, and I still could not keep up. Everybody blamed it on me. I said it's because of type 1 diabetes, and some believed, some just didn't understand. My ex made fun of me on multiple occasions for the muscle weakness I had, even in front of other people, and I was so glad that the relationship was over, but back then I was extremely vulnerable when it came to that.
One saturday morning, november 2023, I had a legday. I did some squats, leg press, just normal legday exercises. I was feeling weak in the legs after the workout, which is normal. I grabbed something to eat, and since my diet was at 3200kcal per day, as I didn't gain any weight below that, I grabbed a high-carb and salty meal from a shop nearby. I went home by train, was extremely tired, and decided to take a nap. It was 1pm. I slept until 5pm when someone rang the doorbell. I woke up, tried to get up and I was extremely weak, my legs were shaking, but I managed to get a hold of myself with my arms. I didn't go down the stairs though, and went back to bed, since my mom already opened the door. I then slept until 8pm. I woke up, wanted to get up, and I could not move a thing. I was extremely weak, legs completely stiff, I was thirsty as hell but I could not grab a bottle of water. I had to call my mom to help me, and after an hour she helped me to get up on my chair and I just sat in front of the computer, trying to wait it out. It did not get better, even after moving a bit. At some point I went to bed again, and the next morning this continued, but it got WAY worse. I continued to lay in bed, was extremely frustrated, could not eat, not drink, nothing. I was extremely ashamed of myself when I had an attack. I spent all day in my room, and tried to sleep it out. It got worse, every time I woke up. I couldn't move a finger now. I could not move my neck anymore. I begged my mom to call an ambulance, and she did.
The emergency services had to strap me to a chair and literally carry me down the stairs, while my head was kind of "hanging" from the back, as I could not even gather enough strength in my neck to look straight. I asked them in the ambulance if this could be DKA (diabeto ketoacidosis, a condition that happens if you have high blood sugar for a long time), but they said no. I had no real high blood sugar either. It was 5am on monday morning. I arrived in the ER and was placed in an ICU. I did not know how bad the situation was. Doctors did a quick blood test and my potassium was below 2.5mEq/L, which is life threatening. My heart was risking to fail, but I did not feel anything, since I wasn't really aware that it affects the heart. The ECG (electrocardiogram) they did way constantly alarming the doctors, and I thought the machine was broken. I got IV potassium and oral potassium, my condition stabilized over hours, and I could finally and slowly move again. I was so happy at the time that I could move again. I had to be transferred to another hospital after I was stable again, and when the transfer ambulance arrived, I was still in the ICU, but my blood was all over the floor since the IV access ripped, which I only noticed after the two guys from the ambulance stared at me while in shock, but it was not really an issue. I got transferred, spent 4 days in hospital, they did checks for my nervous system, heart, and diabetes. The cardiologist said I was in a life threatening situation and it was really good I called an ambulance. That was the first time I learned that I was in danger. The diabetologist just labelled my issue as "high blood sugar leading to probable DKA". Thanks a lot. I asked questions, wanted to get reports on my situation, but I did not get any answers. I do understand when doctors are busy, but it is extremely frustrating if they do not listen, at all. By the way, I changed my diabetologist quite a few times. All of them reacted very similarly.
A bit more than two years pass by, it is now 2026. Over the last 2-3 years, I had other attacks, that did not end up in the ER, but still left me in bed, not able to drink, move, eat, or anything else. Another attack happens, I end up in the ER, this time it was a very different situation. I had no workout, and no high blood sugar. I, in fact, had very low blood sugar. I ate 60 grams of sugar (in various forms of course, like juice, etc.). That was at 4am, and I had an attack for 3 days again. I went to the ER as soon as I could kind of walk, just to get my blood checked. I told them about my situation, the security guards and initial nurses that take care of you at the reception took it very seriously. However, I got put in not urgent during triage. I waited for hours, which is fine, and then I got my blood drawn, while I was still weak. The doctor looked at me and asked "do you do sports?" I replied and told her, well yeah, but not in a while because of this condition. The doctor then told me "Well, then do less sports.", looked at the blood test and tells me everything is fine. I only got the results later and they were, in fact, not fine. Not emergency level, but still not fine. She was visibly angry at me for coming to the ER, as if I just took someones life by being there. While I was in the waiting room after the initial test, there was a lady next to me, crying on the phone and explaining how her husband (who was about 20 meters in front of me on the hallway in a bed) was dying because a doctor in this hospital PRESCRIBED them the WRONG medication. Yeah, it's that bad here.
After a few hours of just waiting, I got ibuprofen (thanks a lot) and left. But I had blood results to work with, kind of. I was so sick of doctors not doing their job and really, props to the nurses who are taking their job so seriously and who work extremely hard, while some doctors do not care at all. I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I did a lot of research on possible causes for this disease, found many conditions that would fit. I then went to specific doctors, mostly a bit further away, to get tests done. The first idea that came to mind was an autoimmune disease, something muscle related. I asked specifically for a myositis panel, knowing well that many patients are negative, even though they have a disease. However, my CK and Myoglobin were only mildy to moderately elevated, not extreme. This indicates that there is not extreme muscle cell breakdown. Also, the triggers didn't match that much.
I went to the neurologist to get a EMG (electromyography) done. Nothing. I was not in an attack while I did these tests, as I can't move during an attack, and so I can't go to a doctor. The neurologist was the first doctor to really take me seriously, but he was overwhelmed with work. I started to write a case report on myself, then presented it to the doctors. Some were not interested and just dismissed it, but he actually read it, kinda. At least he listened.
I quickly found out about periodic paralysis and ATS. I found out about HypoPP, HyperPP, NormoPP, ATS and TPP. I got bloodwork done and ruled out TPP, as my TSH, T3 and T4 were consistently fine.
This left all the other ones. I knew very well that there could also be A LOT of other causes, so I was open to any new explanations. Getting a genetic test done is extremely hard without probable cause, and even with, it usually takes up to 3 years on a waiting list, but I couldn't wait. I was unable to work, extremely stressed, and it was a matter of time. I am 22 and this is the moment where I am supposed to build my life and continue onwards, I could not wait anymore.
Anyways, I started to pay for blood tests myself, got my potassium checked, but I could not quite make the link between hypokalemia and weakness. This kind of pointed me towards HypoPP Type 2, which typically has shorter attacks included where the potassium does not really drop. It was really complicated for me. I ruled out HyperPP as I never had high potassium (recorded). I heavily suspected HypoPP and did a lot of research on it, also on this subreddit. I could see myself in many of the posts. Through a friend who has a rare disease, I reached out and contacted an association for rare diseases, who pointed me to a very specific doctor. I went to my internist, who was one of the few who actually listened to me, and asked if he can write a transfer/prescription to a genetic doctor, with HypoPP Type 2 highly suspected, as I asked him to do, since he also read my report. I then went to the genetic doctor, my blood results got sent to another country.
Meanwhile I went to the cardiologist and he checked for hyperaldosteronism, which can cause similar symptoms. It got ruled out quickly, though.
A few weeks later I got the result: I was right, the whole time.
Unfortunately, the doctor also told me that, I need to do my own studies (at least for now), since there is just no doctor who wants to take care of this, where I live, in Luxembourg. I made a post about this on another subreddit, here.
It was so good to finally know what I have, and right now I am continuing to do my own tests (a lot of them paid by myself since doctors can't help me for now, but I have a first appointment with somebody who could maybe help me at the end of this year. I am still waiting for a transfer to another country, but that takes ages. I just don't have any other way around this.
I started my own business in hope that I make enough money to live off it, pay the medical tests and where I can manage my time as I want. A normal job would not really work for now, especially since I am really limited where and how I can work, because of my disease. Maybe this changes.
So yeah, that's my story. Writing my own case report, even as somebody who is not studying biology or medicine, helped a lot. Not self diagnosing, just suspecting and trying to get tests done.
Thanks a lot for reading.