So This Is Tuesday
If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.- Flavia Weedn
Apparently, the combination of stress + emotion + two doctors spending the better part of yesterday morning poking, prodding, twisting, and strength testing most of the joints and muscles in my body = BAD THINGS. I woke up in more pain than I've felt in a long time today.
What does that look like? Today, among other things, it means that I'm concentrating on taking tiny breaths because the pain I feel when my ribcage expands has reduced me to tears a few times already.
But Katie arrived bright and early this morning with the largest Starbucks coffee possible in tow - and she's staying until Geoff gets home from work this evening. I dragged myself through the shower (in tears) and managed to get myself to work. And I've already spoken with the Mayo Clinic and submitted all the preliminary paperwork they need to open a file for me. Over the coming weeks, they'll be taking a look at my medical records to determine whether they think one of their specialists might be able to help me. It's another variation on hope, so to me, it's worth pursuing with all my heart.
Labels: Arthritis/Fibromyalgia
posted by Lindsay @ 10:19 AM
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