I am hoping to revamp this blog into something useful for people and family members of those suffering from silent and invisible illnesses.
Over the last few years, I have been afflicted with a silent condition. The condition is Fibromyalgia. I also live with PTSD and depression. I have a son who suffered a TBI a little over a year ago and we, as a family, are learning to live and cope with these issues. And hopefully, along the way, offer some inspiration and solidarity to people quietly living with these issues.
I hope I gain new readers and friends on this journey.
Catholicism, Religion, Simple Living, Organic Lifestyle, Politics, Cooking, Baking and learning to live with fibromyalgia
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
Monday, September 05, 2016
Life Altering Circumstances and Stuff Like That.
When I first started this blog, I had great aspirations and hope that I would eventually own either a bakery or food truck. Those dreams, through various twists and turns and roads not taken, have been squished, squashed, imploded, blown to smithereens.
I have recently been diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I've known for years that something hasn't been quite right. I just pretended that the tingling, itching, aching, throbbing pain was what everyone felt. I remember asking my husband..."Don't your hurt all the time" and him replying with a simple "no".
That was years ago. I spent the next years just assuming that I would eventually have enough of the pain to actually visit my doctor, get a magic pill and all would be well. That is not at all how it went down.
So, now I have a diagnosis and a lot of anger and lots and lots of questions.
I have recently been diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I've known for years that something hasn't been quite right. I just pretended that the tingling, itching, aching, throbbing pain was what everyone felt. I remember asking my husband..."Don't your hurt all the time" and him replying with a simple "no".
That was years ago. I spent the next years just assuming that I would eventually have enough of the pain to actually visit my doctor, get a magic pill and all would be well. That is not at all how it went down.
So, now I have a diagnosis and a lot of anger and lots and lots of questions.
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