2016 has been a pain in the ass.
I don’t even want to get into the heart-wrenching loss of all the talented artists, activists, and other fondly familiar faces that are no longer with us. In addition to the overall awful year that was 2016, this year has been especially trying for me personally. I’ve been poked, prodded, magnetized, drained, and electrocuted. Some troublesome symptoms urged me to seek answers. The vast series of medical testing yielded me absolutely zeros answers save a minor vitamin D deficiency, which I soon rectified.
I received a diagnosis today that does tie some things together for me but I don’t know. It is a lot to process. Fibromyalgia.
Some of the symptoms associated with it, I have experienced for many years without knowing the cause. In an emotional flurry, I took some photos of my paperwork. Included are shots of my hands. I was wearing fingerless gloves/mittens inside the house and I was wrapped up in a big fluffy robe, too. And I still could not get warm. I still can’t get warm as I write this. This is common for me. And today, I learned why.
I’ve got a path ahead of me but at least I can approach it with some peace of mind. No matter how I might try to hide it, the uncertainty had taken a toll on me. But now I can feel at ease knowing that at least my mind and body aren’t rotting away and overall, I’m pretty healthy. I just feel too much…