CatherineTheGreat
Member
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2015
- Messages
- 27
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 05/2015
- Country
- US
- State
- WA
I'm mostly only making this post because someone I care about told me I should look for more answers. I've only had fibromyalgia for about 4 years, and the first year or so I could still kind of function but it's slowly become worse and worse. For a long time I tirelessly pursued relief and coping strategies. I've tried every medication typically used for fibro and many that aren't. I've tried cannabis in all its forms. I've tried a dozen varieties of massage. I've tried biofeedback, CBT and DBT therapies. When I got desperate enough I tried a whole bunch of alternative medicine I don't even believe in.
About 6 months ago I just stopped. I stopped going to my therapist, I stopped taking meds for depression. I stopped seeing my GP. I definitely stopped seeing my useless "specialist." I stopped trying new remedies. I've been much happier not having to deal with any of it, especially since I live an hours drive away from anyone competent enough to even attempt deal with my issues. I've actually been relatively content, at least compared to the state of depression I was in when I was burning myself out looking for answers.
The irony I guess is that I do know what will provide relief, even if it's only temporary. It's opiates. I tried a percocet I had laying around from my mom's ankle surgery (she didn't need them anymore) and I felt like I was healthy, if only for a few hours. I was so ecstatic I went for a short run. (I was a fitness fanatic before I got sick.) Needless to say the run was a big mistake, but I digress. I cannot for the life of me find a doctor who will give me opiates. I realize opiates are imperfect, likely temporary, and potentially dangerous, but I'd rather have a temporary fix than no fix.
I also was unable to obtain disability since no one believes a 21 year old has a debilitating invisible illness. This has been tolerable I guess since I have fairly well off parents who can afford to feed and clothe me. Though, I often worry that when they die I'll be resigned to a life of poverty. I'm at a point where I hope I die of poor health before they do because I have no idea how I'd pay for food much less anything else.
To make matters worse I've started to have some serious cognitive decline. I struggle to form sentences. I don't remember what I did yesterday. If I didn't have a calendar on my computer I couldn't tell you what month it was.
I've reached peak caring. I'm all out of f**ks to give I guess you could say. I suppose the point of this rant is looking for an answer to this question: Should I care? If yes, how?
About 6 months ago I just stopped. I stopped going to my therapist, I stopped taking meds for depression. I stopped seeing my GP. I definitely stopped seeing my useless "specialist." I stopped trying new remedies. I've been much happier not having to deal with any of it, especially since I live an hours drive away from anyone competent enough to even attempt deal with my issues. I've actually been relatively content, at least compared to the state of depression I was in when I was burning myself out looking for answers.
The irony I guess is that I do know what will provide relief, even if it's only temporary. It's opiates. I tried a percocet I had laying around from my mom's ankle surgery (she didn't need them anymore) and I felt like I was healthy, if only for a few hours. I was so ecstatic I went for a short run. (I was a fitness fanatic before I got sick.) Needless to say the run was a big mistake, but I digress. I cannot for the life of me find a doctor who will give me opiates. I realize opiates are imperfect, likely temporary, and potentially dangerous, but I'd rather have a temporary fix than no fix.
I also was unable to obtain disability since no one believes a 21 year old has a debilitating invisible illness. This has been tolerable I guess since I have fairly well off parents who can afford to feed and clothe me. Though, I often worry that when they die I'll be resigned to a life of poverty. I'm at a point where I hope I die of poor health before they do because I have no idea how I'd pay for food much less anything else.
To make matters worse I've started to have some serious cognitive decline. I struggle to form sentences. I don't remember what I did yesterday. If I didn't have a calendar on my computer I couldn't tell you what month it was.
I've reached peak caring. I'm all out of f**ks to give I guess you could say. I suppose the point of this rant is looking for an answer to this question: Should I care? If yes, how?