My Own Hands
Monday was the roughest day I've had in recent memory. My base pain level - just sitting in one spot, not moving and trying not to even take a deep breath - required absolute concentration to keep the tears from my eyes. I went to work, but it was an incredibly long day. I knew that today was the day I'd need to do something about it.I made three calls this morning. The first was to my GP's office, to get the name and number of the chronic pain specialist they'd promised to refer me to last week. The second was to that new doctor's office, to see if I could do anything to speed up the process and get an appointment. The third was to The Arthritis Society's national office, where I have someone checking to see if there's a rheumatologist anywhere in the country who is making fibromyalgia a specialty, and how to get onto their waiting list.
No answers on anything yet, but just the act of making those phone calls - of taking things into my own hands - has a therapeutic effect. I was never a fan of that whole damsel in distress thing anyway.
Labels: Arthritis/Fibromyalgia, My Life
posted by Lindsay @ 9:32 PM
3 Comments:
I am sorry honey... and I know, as my bratty tattle taley sister used to say, "sorry doesn't take the pain away", I am sorry nonetheless.
Thinking of you...you are moving in the right direction.
I hope you can hear back quickly and hopefully someone will have something for you to move toward getting better. Prayers and hugs! Love you lots.
Post a Comment
<< Home