diagnosis yes
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brightlotusmoonI took the morning off and went to the doctor's, just to check up and get a referral for the rheumetologist and figure out anything else. And she surprised me, the doctor. The same one I saw last time. She said, "Yeah, I'm now certain that it's what you have. Fibromyalgia."
You know that feather? It's heavier than you think.
My brain sort of blanked out for a few seconds, because that was the very last thing I had expected. I had expected her to say that she still doesn't know and we should run more tests and first see the rheumetologist. Because that's what she wanted last time. But after reviewing my normal blood tests and everything, after eliminating other possibilities, she made the infamous diagnosis of elimination: I do have fibromyalgia.
So we talked some more, while adrenaline flooded my system, and I told her that I still did not want to take prescription drugs until I talked to the specialist, and she said that was just fine, she understood completely. She still wants to recommend Cymbalta. I told her I would think about it seriously and give it a shot, side effects and all. I won't be able to see the rheumetologist she recommended for a couple of weeks, since he's booked, but that's okay.
Because now I know.
That's all.
I just wanted to know.
There's a word for it.
There's treatment for it.
There's tons of other people I can talk to about it without seeming so nebulous and mysterious and uncertain.
That's all.
Adam had driven me, since he didn't have to go to work until later. After I got back into the car where he had been waiting, I told him the diagnosis, and he was just as surprised. Then he said cheerfully, "Aww! You're a mess!" And I nodded and grinned, because it really was funny.
And then we went to Krispy Creme and got fresh hot glazed donuts. Because we could.
We stopped by the house and made sandwiches for lunch, and he dropped me off at the metro on his way to work, and here I am at work, and I feel such a sense of relief, while also frustration. Good that I actually have a concrete diagnosis, bad that it's not going to go away.
So.
Yeah.
You know that feather? It's heavier than you think.
My brain sort of blanked out for a few seconds, because that was the very last thing I had expected. I had expected her to say that she still doesn't know and we should run more tests and first see the rheumetologist. Because that's what she wanted last time. But after reviewing my normal blood tests and everything, after eliminating other possibilities, she made the infamous diagnosis of elimination: I do have fibromyalgia.
So we talked some more, while adrenaline flooded my system, and I told her that I still did not want to take prescription drugs until I talked to the specialist, and she said that was just fine, she understood completely. She still wants to recommend Cymbalta. I told her I would think about it seriously and give it a shot, side effects and all. I won't be able to see the rheumetologist she recommended for a couple of weeks, since he's booked, but that's okay.
Because now I know.
That's all.
I just wanted to know.
There's a word for it.
There's treatment for it.
There's tons of other people I can talk to about it without seeming so nebulous and mysterious and uncertain.
That's all.
Adam had driven me, since he didn't have to go to work until later. After I got back into the car where he had been waiting, I told him the diagnosis, and he was just as surprised. Then he said cheerfully, "Aww! You're a mess!" And I nodded and grinned, because it really was funny.
And then we went to Krispy Creme and got fresh hot glazed donuts. Because we could.
We stopped by the house and made sandwiches for lunch, and he dropped me off at the metro on his way to work, and here I am at work, and I feel such a sense of relief, while also frustration. Good that I actually have a concrete diagnosis, bad that it's not going to go away.
So.
Yeah.
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Date: 2007-06-20 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 06:57 pm (UTC)Sigh.
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Date: 2007-06-20 07:47 pm (UTC)I just commented your post on the fibromyalgia community and then I stopped by here.
I just wanted to say that I love your wedding photos.
You and your husband look lovely and happy!
:)
Take care
/Katta
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Date: 2007-06-20 08:20 pm (UTC):)
Date: 2007-06-20 08:50 pm (UTC)Re: :)
Date: 2007-06-20 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 09:52 pm (UTC)off topic: i just started going yoga again for the first time in a long time, and i know you do yoga, so what do you do for soreness?
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Date: 2007-06-20 11:20 pm (UTC)(by the way: is a new COTC comic up yet??)
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Date: 2007-06-20 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 11:52 pm (UTC)*busts out laughing*
Oh, I love when Wald narrates.