So, I just saw a new doctor yesterday morning (Friday, January 30th, 2009, for those of you without a calender). And he thinks he might be able to cure me.
Of fibromyalgia, I mean. For those of you who didn't know there was anything wrong with me, then Google fibromyalgia. That's what I have.
Anywho, this doctor has FMS (fibromyaglia syndrome) and was very persistent in telling me that I am NOT crazy. Which is really nice since, even though no one says anything, I feel like they all think I'm crazy each time I hurt. Because nothing LOOKS wrong with me, but stuff FEELS wrong with me.
But I'm not crazy. So, if you were thinking that I am, then don't. We think there might be a cure for it and I'm on my way to getting better.
Hopefully.
After so many failed attempts, I'm kind of scared of two things:
1) Being too optimistic.
2) Being cured.
I've had the pain for so long, I haven't the foggiest clue what I'll do with myself once it's gone...
Anywho, I'm excited. Just a few restrictions on the products I'm allowed to use (toothpaste, face-cleaning pads, shampoo, conditioner, the works), because they'll counteract the medicine that I'm going to be taking now.
Wish me health and bravery. I wasn't kidding when I said I was scared of being cured. The thought absolutely terrifies me.
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