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Et tu, ribcage?
Mar. 11th, 2009 09:55 pmMy chest hurts.
(No, it does not feel like heart pain.)
Someone suggested costochondritis. I don't want to think about cartilage inflammation. But it is a common syndrome attached to fibromyalgia; the majority of people with fibromyalgia will develop it. I don't think I have it. But I do need to see my doctor soon, so I will ask to be checked out.
http://www.geocities.com/lynndebeal/CostoPain.html <-- I love this webpage, it makes me smile.
NOTE: The following bit of venting is not aimed at any of you. It is aimed at me, myself, only.
Also, I am tired of this. I am tired of feeling as though I walk on eggshells with myself: Oh, she's complaining about pain again, what is it this time? I bitch at myself. Just take X drug, it's been FDA approved just for fibromyalgia! So has Y drug! The FDA is always right and knows what's best! (Sarcasm there.) Yes, and before those drugs were official, they were prescribed off-label, just like the drug I am taking now. How about that? Mm, I will stick with what my physician, neurologist, and rheumatologist prescribed. Those drugs have worked great so far (no, really, they have). Do yoga! Do this kind, that kind, this position, that position, it'll totally help! Not always. There are times when I can barely raise my arms and bend my knees simultaneously. I do yoga stretches when I am able. I take my prescriptions, I take certain supplements, I massage with certain oils.
I do my very very very best to do everything I possibly can. I have tried, I really have. And the bitch of it all is that fibromyalgia does not care. It does not care at all. It laughs at me. It moves, it migrates, it dances, it stabs, it burns, it tries to destroy. All I can do is chase it around my body and throw pain relief at it until it shuts up and fades for a while. And I hope that while is a long while, which it usually is not.
Pile that on top of cerebral palsy, epilepsy, sciatica, lordosis, migraines, asthma, Raynaud's, and sensory integration disorder, and, well.
And, well.
That is all.
I do not know what else to say.
I am very tired.
I should go to bed now. My husband will be home in a few hours. He has been in New York City since Monday, setting up computers and equipment for a job, and when I spoke to him a few minutes ago, he was waiting on a pizza so he could bring home a piece of my old home for me. That does make me feel better.
(No, it does not feel like heart pain.)
Someone suggested costochondritis. I don't want to think about cartilage inflammation. But it is a common syndrome attached to fibromyalgia; the majority of people with fibromyalgia will develop it. I don't think I have it. But I do need to see my doctor soon, so I will ask to be checked out.
http://www.geocities.com/lynndebeal/CostoPain.html <-- I love this webpage, it makes me smile.
NOTE: The following bit of venting is not aimed at any of you. It is aimed at me, myself, only.
Also, I am tired of this. I am tired of feeling as though I walk on eggshells with myself: Oh, she's complaining about pain again, what is it this time? I bitch at myself. Just take X drug, it's been FDA approved just for fibromyalgia! So has Y drug! The FDA is always right and knows what's best! (Sarcasm there.) Yes, and before those drugs were official, they were prescribed off-label, just like the drug I am taking now. How about that? Mm, I will stick with what my physician, neurologist, and rheumatologist prescribed. Those drugs have worked great so far (no, really, they have). Do yoga! Do this kind, that kind, this position, that position, it'll totally help! Not always. There are times when I can barely raise my arms and bend my knees simultaneously. I do yoga stretches when I am able. I take my prescriptions, I take certain supplements, I massage with certain oils.
I do my very very very best to do everything I possibly can. I have tried, I really have. And the bitch of it all is that fibromyalgia does not care. It does not care at all. It laughs at me. It moves, it migrates, it dances, it stabs, it burns, it tries to destroy. All I can do is chase it around my body and throw pain relief at it until it shuts up and fades for a while. And I hope that while is a long while, which it usually is not.
Pile that on top of cerebral palsy, epilepsy, sciatica, lordosis, migraines, asthma, Raynaud's, and sensory integration disorder, and, well.
And, well.
That is all.
I do not know what else to say.
I am very tired.
I should go to bed now. My husband will be home in a few hours. He has been in New York City since Monday, setting up computers and equipment for a job, and when I spoke to him a few minutes ago, he was waiting on a pizza so he could bring home a piece of my old home for me. That does make me feel better.
