Breathing
difficulties have made the last two weeks hell. The one symptom of
dermatomyositis that has largely been dormant for over a year has
returned—weak pectoral and diaphragm muscles. My breaths are once
again shallow. Working out is a chore. I wake up in the middle of
night feeling like my body is not getting enough air, like I’m
panicking, like a demon is sitting on my chest.
John Henry Fuseli’s The Nightmare illustrates what breathing difficulties while lying flat feel like for me.
Has stress inflamed
my condition? Have my medications stopped working? Have I simply
taken them too irregularly and messed up my progress?
Two business trips,
a late-night birthday bash, and attending to doctor appointments have
meant irregular schedules and interrupted circadian rhythms. I
compensate for sleepiness with caffeine. Too much caffeine keeps me
awake, creating a vicious sleep cycle. I struggle to motivate myself
to workout. Both exacerbate my symptoms.
Just doing a mild
abdominal workout took all my strength tonight. Typing out this note
has zapped what little energy I have left.
My dermatomyositis symptoms have flared up again. My forearms are dry and scaly. A tiny bloody rash appeared on my tricep. I have pain in my chest. My breathing once again feels shallow and tight like I’m being squeezed by some desert-loving constrictor–a kingsnake, perhaps.
The darker spot toward the bottom of the photo (not the darkest ones on the right, which are moles) is a bleeding rash from my dermatomyositis. It may have been triggered by increased sunlight as the days grow longer and the clouds are few. Readers will also see the discoloration in my skin,. It has been a permanent feature since last April.
Local temperatures soar. Bodies easily sweat. The cloudless skies bathe the Sonoran landscape in blue shadows and bright reflections requiring sunglasses and white balance corrections. The sun rises so early I found myself awake at 4:45 a.m. Summer is on the Arizona horizon.
I wonder if these events are linked: Increased sun exposure causes my autoimmune condition to flare up.
Doctors will certainly think so, but the flare ups could just as easily be work stress. I had to get two proposals and a notice of intent to propose out the door within six days of each other. I feel behind. I feel exhausted. Despite taking melatonin, I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering if we forgot to upload the correct version of the project description.
What of my medicines? I am now on just 7.5 milligrams of prednisone, the lowest dose I’ve taken since last June when all this turned for the worst.
Thursday, I visit my rheumatologist. Hopefully, we can figure something out. I cannot live through the hell that was last summer: the itching, the burning, the gasps for air as I wait for lab test results and wonder if I truly am months away from death.
I remind myself I’m fighting this. I can fight this. I will fight this. I did it before. I can do it again.
The recent switch from methotrexate to azathioprine has caused breathing difficulties. Though it’s nothing life threatening, my doctors are not sure why.
For most mammals, breathing is easy. Astronaut Chris Hadfield, on Darren Aronofsky’s “One Strange Rock,” calls it the most natural thing humans do. Aronofsky (of Black Swan fame) then shows a baby inhaling minutes after being born.
Like most healthy people, for most of my life, I took breathing for granted. I swam as a child. I ran cross-country in high school. I hiked four of Colorado’s Fourteeners. I played schoolyard football.
I also took my lungs for granted. I built campfires. I smoked the occasional cigar. Nothing ever bothered them, even after one had to be deflated (then later inflated) so my orthopedic surgeon could access and fuse my spine.
Dermatomyositis and Lung Involvement
Dermatomyositis has changed all that. Without prednisone or hydroxychloroquine, I feel short of breath. My chest feels tight. Breaths become heavy, even if my lungs otherwise function.
Shortness of breath can be a symptom of dermatomyositis because the immune system attacks the chest muscles, restricting breathing. This is most likely the cause of my issues.
As Lundberg et al. write, breathing difficulties are well documented in dermatomyositis and are attributed to several causes, including the disease itself and complications like aspiration pneumonia and interstitial lung disease.
Breathing difficulties could also be the result of aspiration pneumonia: Muscle inflammation causes difficulty swallowing, sending liquids and food down the wrong pipe, eventually causing an infection.
Most concerning, dermatomyositis can lead to interstitial lung disease. In short, the immune system malfunctions as it tries to repair damage to the lungs. It scars and thickens the tissue around the air sacs, making it difficult to breathe and to get enough oxygen into the bloodstream.
Fortunately, my pulmonary function test in September came back normal. So too did my chest x-rays and high-resolution CT scans. Three weeks ago, I also had an EKG indicating my heart is very healthy.
Short-Term Possibilities: Medications
Ironically, the very drugs designed to keep my immune system at bay and help me breath can also cause lung damage. Methotrexate has been known to cause interstitial lung disease. So too have many anti-inflammatory drugs used to control autoimmune diseases, such as rituximab (Rituxan).
Azathioprine, the medication I am currently taking, can cause chest pain and increase your heart rate. Of course, those are also symptoms of dermatomyositis.
I returned to my rheumatologist earlier this week because I thought the drugs were causing the issues. He disagrees and believes my symptoms could be stress and anxiety.
Reversing the Cause and Effects of Breathing Difficulties
Two days later, after experimenting with taking the drugs at different times of day, I’m convinced we’re both wrong. I reversed the cause and effect, leading him to look at my symptoms as drug related rather than effects of the dermatomyositis itself.
I reversed the cause and effect of my breathing difficulties.
Azathioprine seems to clear up my rashes and keep my immune system from attacking my chest and shoulder muscles. But as soon as it wears off, the chest tightness and shortness of breath return. I get headaches. My heart speeds up. I become fatigued and want to head to bed.
In time, I think my doctors and I will fix this. Increasing the dose staved off the breathing difficulties all day, then they start to get better again a few hours after the drugs leave my body. Plus, switching medications is very hard on any body being attacked by its immune system.
