Bit of a story. My husband broke his leg when our garden was right in the middle of growing. We grow all our own vegetables as I don't trust what is in the stores. I took over managing the garden on top of the house, shopping, laundry, cooking and getting my man back and forth to doctors appointment. Then come harvest picking, preserving, drying and bottling what we had grown. While I was doing that, as a reward for working hard, I was eating a diet almost exclusively made up from the foods you shouldn't eat.

I believe I have had episodes of PMR for decades but neither my doctors or myself realized it. It wasn't until the flareup in 2019 that I found out what was wrong with me.