So many other things other than heartache have been happening in my world that I want to share, so that's what I'm going to do today kids!
I got my teeth fixed! No more yellow glue on all teeth except one that will be taken care of in October when I get my 1 starter wisdom tooth cavity filled. The hygienist was so pleased that she had to bring all the other dentists in to see what another stupid dentist had done to me. I am proud of myself for making that call.
I am down 10 pounds, but I'm not going to hold my breath on that one because right now I'm not in the middle of a flair up.
Which brings to my other thing. My doctor put his foot down and got me an appointment with a rheumatologist on Monday. In the past, my other doctor had consulted with one who turned down seeing me because one stupid blood test didn't make me special enough. All clues all this time have pointed to fibromyalgia. And I honestly don't know why it took 4 years as a human pin cushion and seeing almost every specialist in the state to figure it out. Looking at some of the symptoms listed for the disease it's almost like I'm a poster child. I'm actually shocked that this was never on their radar. And people with my disease there are 11 to 18 pressure points that don't hurt another person when they're touched if they're normal, but excruciating to the touch to people with this disease. I have 15 of them and halfway through the exam I was in tears. Every press on every spot might as well have been a gun shot.
The good news, answers. The bad news, answers. I am not going to get better. I'm not dying, I'm just going to continue to have days where I feel like I am. I have been given some tips that will manage the disease, which is do everything I do on a good day, but do it all the time. Regular sleep, healthy eating and he wants me to exercise more than walking the dogs 3 miles a day a few times a week.
I have a lot to get done around the house. Possibly moving - not going to get into that issue right now because it'll set me off on another crying spree which I've managed to not do for 12 hours. I'm almost elated by that, by the way.
I'm going to gather up all the crap that is going and get it out of the house. Having a yard sale September 12th instead of using the day for what I actually took the day off from work for.
I'm not moving on, I'm managing my health. I won't let this shit win.
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