Post by Dorothyl on Nov 27, 2005 7:22:43 GMT -5
Good day Ladies.
I want to share this article with you. This article was written by a friend and a very sweet member of my site.
We have linked our blogs together, you may have seen her name there.
Dierdre (mommyrn), huggz girl and thankyou for sharing your strengths and courage.
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Pity Party, Table For One Please.
I almost feel as if I should start this entry with Father forgive me for I have sinned, it has been almost 1 month since my last confession. I say that because these are confessions of my soul, they are my private thoughts and feelings. By sharing or baring my soul I hope to help others. Confession is good for the soul.
At present, I am on a medical leave of absence from work and life. I have had a health setback. I had a pity party for one for a bit and then decided that I cannot lay down and give up. I have Fibromyalgia (FM). I do not look sick and therefore many have a hard time with something that cannot be seen. If I cannot see it, it cannot hurt me. Turning a blind eye to it may make it go away. Well, I hate to burst that bubble but trying as hard as I have, I cannot make this go away. So, I have to tell myself buck up little camper and deal with it. I injured my right shoulder. Tendonitis. Sounds benign. In my case though and for others with FM, an injury sets in motion a horrible cascade of overwhelming fatigue and pain all over the body. Sucks to be me or them for a bit. A bit for me can last for several weeks. I have not had a phenomenal "flare up" for 2 years. I work at keeping healthy. FM patients can have mini flare ups with hot or cold weather changes and over doing it with work, inside or outside the home.
I start physical therapy on Monday. I am seeing a neurophysical therapist. My symptoms mimic Lupus and Multiple Sclerosis. I remember having this horrible pain, fatigue and weakness in my arms and legs. I went to the doctor and he gave me an antidepressant. Greeeeeat. I was fatigued, having pain AND nuts now. What would depress me was the pain, fatigue and weakness. After battling with my doctor for a couple of years I figured out what I had and asked for a referral to a rheumatologist. I love my rheumatologist. She is awesome. On the first appointment. she spent an hour and a half with me. She diagnosed me in the first fifteen minutes and then spent the time collecting the history to confirm the diagnosis. I feel bad for people that have no medical knowledge and are battling with these symptoms
FM sucks. There are several theories on how this horrible disease starts but nothing definitive. Before I was diagnosed I had no energy for anything. I went from biking 15 miles a few times a week, day hikes in Yosemite (6miles up and back) a few times a year to feeling like dog doo and laying in bed for hours. My husband started calling me lazy. He would tell me to get up and do something. I started gaining weight because I couldn't stay active. I wasn't eating but still gained weight. My husband, like others didn't understand what was happening. Now, He can read me. When I am having my flare ups he is supportive. He was just as frustrated over my symptoms as I was but did not have the emotional intelligence to deal with it. I can honestly say, I was ready to leave him and this world behind when this started. I am a survivor. I have been through hell and back. Not just with FM but life in general. I do not tell you this for sympathy. I want you to have empathy for others. My husband learned empathy through me. Maybe that was god's plan for him. Who knows?
Many survivors of rape, abuse or any catastrophic life event can suffer from post traumatic stress disorder (PTS). I believe in my heart that this, FM, can be part of PTS. That is only my theory. I have had several therapists and social workers at the agency I worked with, tell me they believe the same. Now, having read my blog, you know of the abuse I suffered. I have tried not to see the huge elephant that walks around me. That abuse shaped who I am now. I cannot escape that. I do have choices I can make to better myself and the situations around me. I cannot change history.
Again thank you mommyrn!
Hugggzzz~D~
I want to share this article with you. This article was written by a friend and a very sweet member of my site.
We have linked our blogs together, you may have seen her name there.
Dierdre (mommyrn), huggz girl and thankyou for sharing your strengths and courage.
**************************
Pity Party, Table For One Please.
I almost feel as if I should start this entry with Father forgive me for I have sinned, it has been almost 1 month since my last confession. I say that because these are confessions of my soul, they are my private thoughts and feelings. By sharing or baring my soul I hope to help others. Confession is good for the soul.
At present, I am on a medical leave of absence from work and life. I have had a health setback. I had a pity party for one for a bit and then decided that I cannot lay down and give up. I have Fibromyalgia (FM). I do not look sick and therefore many have a hard time with something that cannot be seen. If I cannot see it, it cannot hurt me. Turning a blind eye to it may make it go away. Well, I hate to burst that bubble but trying as hard as I have, I cannot make this go away. So, I have to tell myself buck up little camper and deal with it. I injured my right shoulder. Tendonitis. Sounds benign. In my case though and for others with FM, an injury sets in motion a horrible cascade of overwhelming fatigue and pain all over the body. Sucks to be me or them for a bit. A bit for me can last for several weeks. I have not had a phenomenal "flare up" for 2 years. I work at keeping healthy. FM patients can have mini flare ups with hot or cold weather changes and over doing it with work, inside or outside the home.
I start physical therapy on Monday. I am seeing a neurophysical therapist. My symptoms mimic Lupus and Multiple Sclerosis. I remember having this horrible pain, fatigue and weakness in my arms and legs. I went to the doctor and he gave me an antidepressant. Greeeeeat. I was fatigued, having pain AND nuts now. What would depress me was the pain, fatigue and weakness. After battling with my doctor for a couple of years I figured out what I had and asked for a referral to a rheumatologist. I love my rheumatologist. She is awesome. On the first appointment. she spent an hour and a half with me. She diagnosed me in the first fifteen minutes and then spent the time collecting the history to confirm the diagnosis. I feel bad for people that have no medical knowledge and are battling with these symptoms
FM sucks. There are several theories on how this horrible disease starts but nothing definitive. Before I was diagnosed I had no energy for anything. I went from biking 15 miles a few times a week, day hikes in Yosemite (6miles up and back) a few times a year to feeling like dog doo and laying in bed for hours. My husband started calling me lazy. He would tell me to get up and do something. I started gaining weight because I couldn't stay active. I wasn't eating but still gained weight. My husband, like others didn't understand what was happening. Now, He can read me. When I am having my flare ups he is supportive. He was just as frustrated over my symptoms as I was but did not have the emotional intelligence to deal with it. I can honestly say, I was ready to leave him and this world behind when this started. I am a survivor. I have been through hell and back. Not just with FM but life in general. I do not tell you this for sympathy. I want you to have empathy for others. My husband learned empathy through me. Maybe that was god's plan for him. Who knows?
Many survivors of rape, abuse or any catastrophic life event can suffer from post traumatic stress disorder (PTS). I believe in my heart that this, FM, can be part of PTS. That is only my theory. I have had several therapists and social workers at the agency I worked with, tell me they believe the same. Now, having read my blog, you know of the abuse I suffered. I have tried not to see the huge elephant that walks around me. That abuse shaped who I am now. I cannot escape that. I do have choices I can make to better myself and the situations around me. I cannot change history.
Again thank you mommyrn!
Hugggzzz~D~