So I want to start of by saying I am so sorry that I have missed two posts last week. The end of last week was a little bit scary for me. I will explain... Thursday I was extremely nervous about visiting the hospital to see the Ruematologist, I think it was because I knew something would be diagnosed, as a Ruematologist deals with chronic pain disorders. So on Thursday I was feeling very sick and tired, and I think this is my body's way of coping with nerves or shock. I didn't feel like eating, and I just spent most of the day talking to my family to try and calm me down. My husband went out in the evening and didn't come home until 3am, so I was alone the whole day... which I really didn't think helped me, as all I wanted to do was talk to someone, and just generally have someone tell me it was all going to be okay. I didn't get a lot of sleep due to worry, so I listened to Stephen King's audio book of Dr Sleep, which I have listened to before, and I love. I managed to fall asleep around 3am, and then at 7am I had to get up and get ready. I still wasn't feeling good but I managed to get into the shower and wash my hair, and then I had to rest until I had to leave for the hospital.
This is where the trouble started, I got into my car and tried to start the engine, and the battery was dead! Luckily I had time to spare and some cash, so I called a taxi, In a way I think this was a blessing in disguise as I could then take my tablets to help with my pain, and also I don't like to drive when I am nervous as I shake a bit. So I got to the hospital and booked myself in. There was still about 20 minutes until my appointment so I went to Costa and got an Iced Caramel Latte which I love and tried to calm myself down. So when I got called in for my appointment I had my blood pressure, height and weight measured and then a urine test to make sure I wasn't pregnant.. Don't worry guys I'm not pregnant yet. Then I had a conversation with the Ruematologist and then he did a 'trigger point test' to see where abouts my pain was (which is all over) and in the end I was diagnosed with Fibromyagia. Which I knew was coming, but the fact that I got a final diagnosis after 2 years scared the shit out of me. It has been 3 days and I still don't know how I am feeling. I will write another post for today about Fibromyalgia, to let you know what it is, and what I am going through.
So it is now Monday, I am still not feeling a lot better, and my head is still spinning about how to take the diagnosis. Luckily I am seeing my mother tomorrow, and we will be able to talk through stratagies, also I need to get her to take me into to town so I can get a few things, as my car still isn't working. I have a new battery in the back of my car, but I still need to get the tools to be able to fit it. I don't have any other plans for the rest of the week.
Thanks for reading this pretty long post. It means a lot to me.
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