Fibromayalgia…just the name is ugly. That’s the new diagnosis. If you can call it that, as there are no official tests except…”Hey, if I press here, does it hurt?” I find myself in the same situation I was in when I got my diagnosis of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome—“I don’t like that one!!! I want a different diagnosis! What a stupid, ugly name!”
I began this blog to give me something to do and for free therapy for myself, but also to help others. I have found I am not much help at all. When I do bring up the topics of CFS, muscle pain, fatigue, and whatnot, I realize I have more questions than answers AND I feel like I’m whining and complaining. And who wants to read that?? After all, we can all go to a reality show like Keeping up with the Kardashians for that.
I go to these doctors who for whatever reason, good or bad, tell me they can find nothing and they agree with the CFS diagnosis. I get it–I have it, but what caused it?? How long will it last? Are there more symptoms to come that I haven’t had yet? Where’s my roadmap??
After trying to figure all of this out myself and showing my “true human” side, I thank God for my husband, my everlasting, earthly rock. He points me in the right direction by not only quoting Scripture, but also by setting an example by praying. Simply praying. What a wonderful gift in and of itself.