l3itch
Active member
- Joined
- Feb 8, 2014
- Messages
- 33
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 03/2014
- Country
- US
- State
- CO
New to the forum. Thanks for all the amazing information. I want to cry knowing I'm not alone (okay I am actually tearing up - stupid emotions).
So, I've been 'dealing' with all of my 'issues' for most of my life. I've actually had issues since I was a small child. My mother did what she could, but the doctors were firm with her that I was a hypochondriac and making it all up for attention. I tried again in my teens, same result, again in my early 20's - same thing. I always left the doctors office with the same thing - "take Tylenol". So I just assumed I was a hypochondriac and never once spoke of my issues again, to anyone, ever.
Recently I mentioned a few of my odd symptoms to my husband, just feeling him out and he seemed supportive. I explained, without going into details about my actual issues, my unwillingness to talk about it based upon how many people have told me I'm a lair, and how bad that hurt. Again, he seemed to be supportive. He told me I needed to go to he doctor and be straight with her. I figured, now that I have some support finally, that's a great idea. I made the appointment for a 'physical'. During the appointment I mentioned a few of my most prevalent symptoms and she immediately started talking about Fibro. I'd never given it much though, so I just listened. She wanted to try a few things, then see me back, do a few more tests, and refer me on to the Rhum. Painless, right?
She told me to start taking some magnesium to see if that helped with my pain, so I got some and started taking it. It did some weird things to me and was really scary. I turned to my support - just to listen and he actually said, "You are a hypochondriac, geez. It's something different with you every day" - right in the middle of some pretty scary muscle spasms, heart weirdness, and panic. What an $@*!#.
After doing some pretty heavy internet reading and spending hours on this forum I'm starting to feel like I'm not making it up for the first time in my life, but now I'm troubled. Do I continue to go to the doctor with zero support system, or just go back to dealing with it the best I can? I refuse to take pain medication or anti-depressants, so what good will it really do to have a diagnosis?
Sorry for the very long vent. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm sick of being in pain and feeling like crap, I'm scared, I'm tired, and I'm all alone.
So, I've been 'dealing' with all of my 'issues' for most of my life. I've actually had issues since I was a small child. My mother did what she could, but the doctors were firm with her that I was a hypochondriac and making it all up for attention. I tried again in my teens, same result, again in my early 20's - same thing. I always left the doctors office with the same thing - "take Tylenol". So I just assumed I was a hypochondriac and never once spoke of my issues again, to anyone, ever.
Recently I mentioned a few of my odd symptoms to my husband, just feeling him out and he seemed supportive. I explained, without going into details about my actual issues, my unwillingness to talk about it based upon how many people have told me I'm a lair, and how bad that hurt. Again, he seemed to be supportive. He told me I needed to go to he doctor and be straight with her. I figured, now that I have some support finally, that's a great idea. I made the appointment for a 'physical'. During the appointment I mentioned a few of my most prevalent symptoms and she immediately started talking about Fibro. I'd never given it much though, so I just listened. She wanted to try a few things, then see me back, do a few more tests, and refer me on to the Rhum. Painless, right?
She told me to start taking some magnesium to see if that helped with my pain, so I got some and started taking it. It did some weird things to me and was really scary. I turned to my support - just to listen and he actually said, "You are a hypochondriac, geez. It's something different with you every day" - right in the middle of some pretty scary muscle spasms, heart weirdness, and panic. What an $@*!#.
After doing some pretty heavy internet reading and spending hours on this forum I'm starting to feel like I'm not making it up for the first time in my life, but now I'm troubled. Do I continue to go to the doctor with zero support system, or just go back to dealing with it the best I can? I refuse to take pain medication or anti-depressants, so what good will it really do to have a diagnosis?
Sorry for the very long vent. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm sick of being in pain and feeling like crap, I'm scared, I'm tired, and I'm all alone.