I haven’t actually been diagnosed, except by my very wonderful acupuncturist, but having been off gluten for a month, I can report that I do feel much better. If I needed any confirmation, I have it today. We had dinner at Red Lobster last night and having been shut-down on a gluten-free menu so many times before, I didn’t even ask for it. I had the maple glazed chicken with wild rice pilaf and broccoli. This morning, I woke up hurting much worse than usual. I called Red Lobster, had it confirmed that they do use wheat flour in the glaze but that they have a gluten-free menu that you can ask for. So, if you’re thinking of going gluten-free, be sure to ask, even if the majority of people look at you like you’re speaking another language.
In the meds front, I’m trying to get off of the suboxone that I’ve been taking to help with the withdrawals and pain associated with addiction to opiates. Not that I’m an addict. I haven’t had one craving for my old pain pills, which didn’t help my pain at all. Thanks to the neurologist that I used to see, as I think I’ve mentioned before, I was on narcotics for no good reason. He was a jerk, who didn’t believe I was sick, so I’m glad I’m not seeing him anymore. When I went to my new pain doctor, he explained that someone with fibromyalgia should never be put on narcotics.
My disability company called me yesterday to inform me that they would no longer be paying my claim. No doctor filled out the work restrictions and there isn’t sufficient evidence to support my claim of fibromyalgia. First of all, I didn’t diagnose myself, the a fore mentioned douche-bag, I mean, neurologist said that’s what I had. Second of all, I called my current doctor, I’ll call him Dr. Wonderful, because the combo of him and his nursing staff are the bomb, and they never received the fax requesting work restrictions. The disability company goes by the national norm for my job, which they consider a sedentary position and they think I can do that. They don’t look at my specific employer and what they expect of me, which was to do the job of three or four people. They look at what a loan processor is, probably at a big company, where everyone sits in their cubicle all day. That was nowhere near what was expected of me, not to mention that doing the job of three people gives you the stress load of three people.
They also called me on a Friday afternoon, to tell me that they’d be mailing me a letter and I could see it then. I was seeing red at this point, but did call back to ask them to fax it to me. Reading the letter made me even more mad, especially the comments that the douche-bag, I mean neurologist, made about me walking with my young child. Not carrying her. Holding her hand and walking with her. The ass also said that I always seemed better after the appointments and never seemed fatigued. Could it be that I was more warmed up and able to move better after having been up and around? How could he tell me that I needed to exercise and walking was a good exercise and then damn me by saying I was walking better at the end of the appointment? I do have fatigue! Every day! Is he with me 24/7 to see that? I guess I should’ve cancelled my appointments on my good days and only gone in on my horrible ones!
Lastly, I’m dealing with the shock of the mass-shooting at a theater that I used to go to, in my home-town of Aurora, Colorado. It is 10 minutes from my Mom’s house and 2 minutes from where I used to work in high school. The guy lived 5 minutes from my Mom’s house. I just can’t believe that this would happen. He killed kids. My father-in-law wants to take my kids to see Batman today and I want them to go and have fun, but I’m scared. What if there are copy-cats? I’ll go see Ice Age with my three-year-old while my hubby and father-in-law take the older kids to Batman, but I’ll be worrying about them the entire time. I really hope that people don’t judge Aurora or Colorado badly, from this one incident. I have to point out that this person was from California and was only in Colorado going to college. I would like anyone reading this to say a prayer for the victims and their families. Hug your kiddos and loved ones a little tighter, even if it hurts.