I had a very illuminating visit to my new doctor. He is a pain specialist and told me flat out that narcotics are a no-no when dealing with Fibromyalgia. Why, then, I wonder, did my neurologist put me on them in the first place when he was the one who was telling me I probably had Fibromyalgia all along? I would really like to call him up and give him a piece of my mind. The narcotics may have been making my pain worse and now I have to go through the process of getting off the narcotics completely when I may be habituated to them. I hoping this experience is not too painful. This new doctor was such a breath of fresh air. I really like his attitude, although he did the old poke and prod at all the good spots we fibromyalgic’s have so I feel pretty sore. I’ll let you know how the withdrawals go. They are putting me on something to help me deal with the withdrawals.
In my last post, I talked about the party I had and how much fun it was catching up with oldie but goodie friends. I actually felt human for a couple hours. I always get zits when I’m nervous about an upcoming event and I picked a couple on my forehead. I know this is really gross, but now they’re infected and I’m on antibiotics to clear up the infection, but in the meantime it hurts so bad. I took so long to go to the doctor because I thought it was just my Fibro making it hurt so bad. Making it so much better though, is my friend Becki, who is planning on running The Boulder Boulder and The Tough Mudder in my honor. I wish I lived closer so I could become better reacquainted with my old friends because they really are awesome people.
In family news, I just found out that a younger cousin of mine has been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. Sad to hear. My Dad wants to make it into some kind of government-food industry conspiracy theory, but I’m pretty sure my Mom has Fibromyalgia too. We’re off on a walk to the library as part of my new exercise plan called “walk somewhere every day”. Yes. I did just make that up.