Actually I’ve never had a definite diagnosis before so this is A diagnosis.
The Christmas break and some annual leave gave me time to think and to notice adverse reactions to food and alcohol. I came to the conclusion this is enough now.
In my endless searching online last year I had come across a site advertising doctors, here in Adelaide, housing themselves all in the one building in a kind of commune with complementary-medicine specialists. Initially I wrote it off as too daunting – there were a lot of doctors there and I didn’t know which one to contact – however one morning early January, in frustration I filled in their contact form and on Tuesday I saw a new GP.
He asked a lot of questions about how I sleep, my current and previous energy levels, diet, worries, hopes and expectations. And then diagnosed me with fibromyalgia.
This came as a surprise. I’d associated this diagnosis with severe pain, which I don’t have (luckily) but apparently there are more than 69 (or is it 72?) symptoms associated with fibromyalgia and the classics are un-refreshing sleep and brain fog. Tick. Tick.
I had an appointment with my normal GP today and I nervously ran the idea by her, wondering if she’d be miffed that I’d consulted another, and she was noncommittal, believing chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia to have a lot of cross over.
I’m strangely unfazed by it all because like my banner – it is what it is. The name change doesn’t affect what’s been happening to me nor does it change the likely outcome. I am just trying to do the best I can with what I’ve got. I think perhaps I am starting to see where the benefits might lie in whats happened to me or should I say how I’ve responded to whats happened to me.