Not so much a question as a story. Just thought I'd introduce myself, and encourage anyone thinking they may have HC to look in to it further, as it's taken me nearly 18 months to get a diagnosis.
I've had a few different health problems in the past, and as a result, I've always felt a bit battered and bruised, but last August (2012), I started a period of about 3 months of being absolutely SHATTERED. My friends all convinced themselves I was pregnant. I stopped going out to the pub, I went to bed at 9pm every night, and 10 hours later, I'd get up and feel all day like I'd been on an all weeker in Ibiza. I went back and forth to my GP around 5 times, and each time she tested my blood. The TS (Transferritin Saturation - for anyone not yet diagnosed) and SF (Serum Ferritin) kept coming back high, and my doc would just say 'we'll have a look again next month if you feel the same'.
In the end, I got so upset and frustrated that nothing was being done, that I started my own research, and I went to see a private Haemotologist. This man ruled out HC in my first appointmenrt (seemingly without doing any tests) and effectively wrote me a letter to say that "trying to find a reason for tiredness is like trying to find a needle in a haystack" and sent me packing. I still have the letter. He suggested that if I worked from home one day a week it may help, so I took full advantage of that, of course.
I began to either feel better, or just get used to the way I was feeling, and it became the norm. Then this August (2013), the same thing happened again, but this time accompanied by abdominal pain - sometimes down one side, and sometimes all the way across. My friends, once again, convinvced themselves I was pregnant, and I wasted a good £50 on home tests, which came back negative every week for 5 weeks. I was beside myself, as I would loved to have been pregnant, but I knew all along what was wrong.
Off I popped to my GP again and layed the cards on the table. I got angry, upset, and expained that something had to be done for my own sanity. She sent for a blood test, and when the surgey rang to explain that my iron levels were high, so they'd need to test again, I near exploded with frustration. I asked outright for a HFE test, and was finally granted one.
4 weeks later, after one set of results being lost in the post, I finally got the call to say I had Hereditary HC, and would need to start a course of venesection. I've got to be honest, I don't so much mind what happens from here on in, because at least I have the prove that I was right all along.
If you thinjk you might have HC, and you're grounded enough not to be one of those patients who sees something on the internet and immediately believes they have it (because I absolutely get that these people exist, and how annoying that must be for trained doctors), push, push and push again for a diagnosis. This alone will make you feel 50% better!