It all started on June 28th, 2012. Or maybe it
was in 2008, when I first realized something was wrong. Perhaps it
started in 1996, the earliest I can remember experiencing this. It
could have even started as early as April 3rd, 1988.
Who knows?
Who cares? That's not even the point. The point is that this is absolutely horrible timing. Oh, I'm not complaining. While I am happy that they finally figured out some of what is wrong with me, they could have done it a little sooner; or at a more convenient time. It's not like I didn't have enough to deal with before this whole thing started.
You're probably wondering why it took so long(or not, but I'll tell you anyway). For some reason, which I won't get into now, I thought this was all normal- but then it hit me, I realized it wasn't, and I started my long journey of disappointments.
I never did specify what I'm referring to. Well, fellow Bloggers and/or blog readers, I guess what I'm referring to is none other than pain; which brings us to the blog title, but I'll get back to that. What type of pain am I referring to? Well, all types really. You name it. We've got dull pain, sharp pain, weakness, soreness; we've got shoulder pain, knee pain, back pain and more; we've got a whole collection galore.
With that being said, I would like to invite you on my journey of aches, pains, planes, adventures and self discovery. The journey starts now; or at least the documented version if it does.
I will start at the beginning, er... middle. One fateful day in June, the 28th to be exact, I had a doctor's appointment that will change my life forever. Ok, ok. I'll stop being so dramatic. But anyway, it probably did. And so did everything else. I knew something was wrong with me- aside from mentally. Until that day, all I heard from doctors were robotic responses such as: "You're too young, just exercise more", "Well, your blood test came up negative for everything we checked for", "You're probably just stressed out or depressed. There is nothing physically wrong", among other ridiculous nonsense.
Apparently I do have something. It's not life threatening, but it's still a pain. Pun intended. And the timing is horrible. Basically, I have fibromyalgia, carpel tunnel syndrome in both wrists, scoliosis, some sort of knee problem, heavy duty anxiety- which I knew about already- and they're not done testing me for stuff yet. I needed 6 x-rays, was prescribed a compound cream, put on two medications (meloxicam and lyrica), and am now going to physical therapy 3 times a week, starting today.
I didn't start the lyrica yet. I was told it would make me really sick and it might mess with neurological stuff. I'd rather make my neurologist appointment first. So far I got referred to a rheumotologist, a neurologist, a physical therapy place, a dermatologist, and this is just for now. When this is done, I might have to go see a nutritionist and an allergist.
Physical therapy sucks. It hurts. And I don't like it.
Insurance pays for one procedure a day, along with a whole bunch of other inconvenient policies. So my next few days look like this: Painful physical therapy in the morning, X-ray after that, work after that, get home at 10:00pm, clean up a little, maybe eat some food, surf the web,and then pass out. I don't have much time for anything else.
I just finished summer classes, and I'm waiting to see if I passed my last final. If I did, I have a Bachelor's Degree. I thought when school was over I'd have more time. Boy, was I wrong.
So, what is this "bad timing" I keep speaking of? I'm engaged; I have a wedding to plan. And on top of that, I was supposed to move to London on August 22nd, which doesn't seem quite possible now. More on that later.
Who cares? That's not even the point. The point is that this is absolutely horrible timing. Oh, I'm not complaining. While I am happy that they finally figured out some of what is wrong with me, they could have done it a little sooner; or at a more convenient time. It's not like I didn't have enough to deal with before this whole thing started.
You're probably wondering why it took so long(or not, but I'll tell you anyway). For some reason, which I won't get into now, I thought this was all normal- but then it hit me, I realized it wasn't, and I started my long journey of disappointments.
I never did specify what I'm referring to. Well, fellow Bloggers and/or blog readers, I guess what I'm referring to is none other than pain; which brings us to the blog title, but I'll get back to that. What type of pain am I referring to? Well, all types really. You name it. We've got dull pain, sharp pain, weakness, soreness; we've got shoulder pain, knee pain, back pain and more; we've got a whole collection galore.
With that being said, I would like to invite you on my journey of aches, pains, planes, adventures and self discovery. The journey starts now; or at least the documented version if it does.
I will start at the beginning, er... middle. One fateful day in June, the 28th to be exact, I had a doctor's appointment that will change my life forever. Ok, ok. I'll stop being so dramatic. But anyway, it probably did. And so did everything else. I knew something was wrong with me- aside from mentally. Until that day, all I heard from doctors were robotic responses such as: "You're too young, just exercise more", "Well, your blood test came up negative for everything we checked for", "You're probably just stressed out or depressed. There is nothing physically wrong", among other ridiculous nonsense.
Apparently I do have something. It's not life threatening, but it's still a pain. Pun intended. And the timing is horrible. Basically, I have fibromyalgia, carpel tunnel syndrome in both wrists, scoliosis, some sort of knee problem, heavy duty anxiety- which I knew about already- and they're not done testing me for stuff yet. I needed 6 x-rays, was prescribed a compound cream, put on two medications (meloxicam and lyrica), and am now going to physical therapy 3 times a week, starting today.
I didn't start the lyrica yet. I was told it would make me really sick and it might mess with neurological stuff. I'd rather make my neurologist appointment first. So far I got referred to a rheumotologist, a neurologist, a physical therapy place, a dermatologist, and this is just for now. When this is done, I might have to go see a nutritionist and an allergist.
Physical therapy sucks. It hurts. And I don't like it.
Insurance pays for one procedure a day, along with a whole bunch of other inconvenient policies. So my next few days look like this: Painful physical therapy in the morning, X-ray after that, work after that, get home at 10:00pm, clean up a little, maybe eat some food, surf the web,and then pass out. I don't have much time for anything else.
I just finished summer classes, and I'm waiting to see if I passed my last final. If I did, I have a Bachelor's Degree. I thought when school was over I'd have more time. Boy, was I wrong.
So, what is this "bad timing" I keep speaking of? I'm engaged; I have a wedding to plan. And on top of that, I was supposed to move to London on August 22nd, which doesn't seem quite possible now. More on that later.
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