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.