Heavenjumper
Active member
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2016
- Messages
- 52
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 08/2016
- Country
- US
- State
- AL
I'm at a stuck point with doctors for the moment. My neurologist that diagnosed the fibro doesn't actually treat it and my primary doctor refused to do anything for me, including focusing me a referral to a rheumatologist as well as just being rude. I managed to leave his office without going to jail for assault, but I really wanted to deck him so I won't go back. My insurance is renewing right now, so I'm having to wait on changing my primary doctor before I go to a new one (though I found one that comes with great recommendations). Meanwhile, I'm trying to deal with everything on my own the best I can. I also have degenerative disc disease with severe weakness and pain through my legs (whether it's from fibro, ddd, or both nobody has said), so I do have an epidural block set up next week to see if that will help with some of the pain.
For the last 3 months, I have been very limited because my leg starts to give out after I've been up for an hour or so. I can't take a shower without somebody sitting with me in case my leg tries to give out because I've nearly fallen more than once. I can't cook or clean the way I used to. I can't work because of my new limits. Due to the pain being up and active causes, I spend a large portion of time in bed with nothing to do except watch TV or play on my phone. It sucks, but I've been trying to fight through the depression I'm feeling because my daughter still needs me, my son is visiting soon for Christmas, and my boyfriend does everything he can to help and make me happy. I was fighting a migraine today, so I slept a lot later than normal. When I got up, I got on a game on my phone that I've enjoyed playing the last couple weeks. Well, I quickly saw that my city in the game had been attacked. All my troops and resources were gone. In order to rebuild, I needed troops to gather resources and resources to train troops, a catch 22. This normally wouldn't bother me, but I broke down in tears. My boyfriend asked me what was wrong and if I was okay because he couldn't believe I was crying over a game. I explained to him that game is everything I've done in the last few weeks...I can't clean, cook, or work. I can't do anything outside of sit around and play games on my phone. The tears had nothing to do with the game directly, I just finally couldn't fight the depression anymore. He understood it and is being supportive, but that doesn't make it go away. Does anyone have any suggestions for ways to combat the depression before it consumes me?
For the last 3 months, I have been very limited because my leg starts to give out after I've been up for an hour or so. I can't take a shower without somebody sitting with me in case my leg tries to give out because I've nearly fallen more than once. I can't cook or clean the way I used to. I can't work because of my new limits. Due to the pain being up and active causes, I spend a large portion of time in bed with nothing to do except watch TV or play on my phone. It sucks, but I've been trying to fight through the depression I'm feeling because my daughter still needs me, my son is visiting soon for Christmas, and my boyfriend does everything he can to help and make me happy. I was fighting a migraine today, so I slept a lot later than normal. When I got up, I got on a game on my phone that I've enjoyed playing the last couple weeks. Well, I quickly saw that my city in the game had been attacked. All my troops and resources were gone. In order to rebuild, I needed troops to gather resources and resources to train troops, a catch 22. This normally wouldn't bother me, but I broke down in tears. My boyfriend asked me what was wrong and if I was okay because he couldn't believe I was crying over a game. I explained to him that game is everything I've done in the last few weeks...I can't clean, cook, or work. I can't do anything outside of sit around and play games on my phone. The tears had nothing to do with the game directly, I just finally couldn't fight the depression anymore. He understood it and is being supportive, but that doesn't make it go away. Does anyone have any suggestions for ways to combat the depression before it consumes me?