So I went to see my GP doc last week. The past several months I’ve been feeling lousy, no energy, pain levels going up, etc. And with a history of cancer in my family, and considering I’ll be 40 next year, I figured it’s time I start getting some serious baseline tests done. He ordered a ton of bloodwork and referred me to a GI doc for a colonoscopy.
Over the weekend, while helping a friend move to Ohio, I tripped up there and severely sprained my ankle. Spent the few hours before my return flight to Florida in a Columbus ER. Lucky me.
My follow-up with my GP was yesterday, and he starts out by saying that he wished all his patients had such “perfect” test results. I was hoping he’d say you have hypothyroidism, here’s a pill, but no.
He thinks I have fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome.
*That thunk was the sound of my head hitting the desk in frustration.*
The good news is, however, that he’s starting me on Cymbalta to see if that helps some of my symptoms. And as I start researching FM and CFS and looking at things others have reported about them, yeah, there’s a huge chunk of stuff about me that fits that diagnosis. Not exactly the diagnosis I would have wanted, but it beats a lot of others I guess. So a new phase of my life is beginning, and I’m heading to the bookstore tonight to add to my knowledge base. I hate feeling like this. Hubby has been so good over the past few months as my energy as tanked and I haven’t been able to do a fraction of what I normally feel I should be able to do, goddess bless him. And he’s just relieved to have any diagnosis that gives us a direction to head in. And I guess I should be thankful that my doctor does believe in FM and CFS because apparently a lot of docs don’t.
That’s been my crazy week. 🙂