painismylife
Active member
- Joined
- May 11, 2014
- Messages
- 35
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 02/2011
- Country
- US
- State
- SC
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away... sorry, I could not resist. That is just one of my other conditions rearing its head, StarWarsNerd-itis. Hey, we have to find something to laugh about, right?
Anyway, I guess this is my Fibro story...
I was always an active kid. I mean, I had my share of Saturday morning cartoons and afternoon Flintstones, but I was pretty active on the whole. Riding my bike, being a "tomboy," climbing trees, beating the little boy next door up (snickers nostalgically)- was just a normal day to do one or more of these things. I did not have the best childhood and did not really know how to express myself, so softball became my outlet. It was my passion from about age 8 to well into my 20's. As I grew older though, it became harder and harder to "bounce back" the next day. And I suppose when I say "grew older," I mean somewhere in my mid 20's.
Anyway, I heard things like, "You are too young to complaining about aches and pains," or "If I had your body, I would be thankful!" I put the pain aside for a long while, thinking I was being a whiner or something. But deep down, I knew something was wrong. I had been really hurt before, and what I was feeling was not just "all in my head."
I started having migraines. A lot. I did not have the "normal" kind of migraines though. Right before the pain would hit, I would go numb on one side of my body, and I would kind of pass out. I had MRI after MRI, and so many ultrasounds of my carotid artery. I finally found a neurologist who told me that I had migraines with auras. It was a type of migraine that with the onset of the pain, stroke-like symptoms would present themselves. The migraines grew more intense and more frequent. I was put on medicine to prevent them. It did not work. The neuro switched meds, but nothing seemed to stop them.
The pain grew worse and worse. I stopped playing softball. I started getting really depressed. My son was diagnosed with type one diabetes and spent 5 days in the hospital. I had a miscarriage. I got a divorce. Things WERE NOT looking up.
Finally, I started seeing a doctor who really did not act like a doctor. He was nice. He wasn't too arrogant. He asked questions. He ordered labs. I had one blood test come back positive. It was a very low positive, but it was positive. He tested me again, and again, it came back positive. The next time I went in for a follow up, he pressed his finger on the inside of my knee, and I jumped and clamped my hand over my mouth to keep the scream in my throat from coming out and, with a HUGE effort, I did not punch my doctor's lights out with my other hand. He proceeded to test other pressure points, this time, warning me beforehand. I did not realize until he put it together that the large majority of my pain was coming from, very close to, or centralized in these areas.
Time passed, and through a series of events, I had laproscopic surgery done on my left knee. The surgeon was basically doing it just to shut me up about my knee pain, because the MRI of my knee wasn't showing anything really bad. He was doing a lateral release. But what to his wondering eyes should appear, but terrible arthritis on the underside of my knee cap, and deterioration of cartilage so severe, he said I had the knee of a PRO FOOTBALL PLAYER.
Now, things have gotten so bad, I was let go from my job and am in the process of filing for disability. So, to sum it all up, I have fibromyalgia, depression, chronic migraines, and osteoarthritis. The cards are stacked against me as well. My mother, grandmother, and great grandmother ALL have RA. And my mother has a total of TEN autoimmune diseases. So, I am screwed genetically. But that is my "fibro story." So it was so long. I look forward to being a part of this site. Thanks for reading.
Anyway, I guess this is my Fibro story...
I was always an active kid. I mean, I had my share of Saturday morning cartoons and afternoon Flintstones, but I was pretty active on the whole. Riding my bike, being a "tomboy," climbing trees, beating the little boy next door up (snickers nostalgically)- was just a normal day to do one or more of these things. I did not have the best childhood and did not really know how to express myself, so softball became my outlet. It was my passion from about age 8 to well into my 20's. As I grew older though, it became harder and harder to "bounce back" the next day. And I suppose when I say "grew older," I mean somewhere in my mid 20's.
Anyway, I heard things like, "You are too young to complaining about aches and pains," or "If I had your body, I would be thankful!" I put the pain aside for a long while, thinking I was being a whiner or something. But deep down, I knew something was wrong. I had been really hurt before, and what I was feeling was not just "all in my head."
I started having migraines. A lot. I did not have the "normal" kind of migraines though. Right before the pain would hit, I would go numb on one side of my body, and I would kind of pass out. I had MRI after MRI, and so many ultrasounds of my carotid artery. I finally found a neurologist who told me that I had migraines with auras. It was a type of migraine that with the onset of the pain, stroke-like symptoms would present themselves. The migraines grew more intense and more frequent. I was put on medicine to prevent them. It did not work. The neuro switched meds, but nothing seemed to stop them.
The pain grew worse and worse. I stopped playing softball. I started getting really depressed. My son was diagnosed with type one diabetes and spent 5 days in the hospital. I had a miscarriage. I got a divorce. Things WERE NOT looking up.
Finally, I started seeing a doctor who really did not act like a doctor. He was nice. He wasn't too arrogant. He asked questions. He ordered labs. I had one blood test come back positive. It was a very low positive, but it was positive. He tested me again, and again, it came back positive. The next time I went in for a follow up, he pressed his finger on the inside of my knee, and I jumped and clamped my hand over my mouth to keep the scream in my throat from coming out and, with a HUGE effort, I did not punch my doctor's lights out with my other hand. He proceeded to test other pressure points, this time, warning me beforehand. I did not realize until he put it together that the large majority of my pain was coming from, very close to, or centralized in these areas.
Time passed, and through a series of events, I had laproscopic surgery done on my left knee. The surgeon was basically doing it just to shut me up about my knee pain, because the MRI of my knee wasn't showing anything really bad. He was doing a lateral release. But what to his wondering eyes should appear, but terrible arthritis on the underside of my knee cap, and deterioration of cartilage so severe, he said I had the knee of a PRO FOOTBALL PLAYER.
Now, things have gotten so bad, I was let go from my job and am in the process of filing for disability. So, to sum it all up, I have fibromyalgia, depression, chronic migraines, and osteoarthritis. The cards are stacked against me as well. My mother, grandmother, and great grandmother ALL have RA. And my mother has a total of TEN autoimmune diseases. So, I am screwed genetically. But that is my "fibro story." So it was so long. I look forward to being a part of this site. Thanks for reading.