i do so love incurable diseases
So I went to the rheumatologist today, fun times. He asked me tons of questions and then poked at me a lot and seemed generally baffled by the fact that I'm in pain. I definitely do not have arthritis of ANY sort, he explained a lot of what kind of bloodwork I got done to me (apparently I had two separate tests for inflammation and one for rheumatoid arthritis), was baffled by some of said bloodwork (apparently a couple of the tests my doc did were strange), and yeah. Pretty much it turns out that, for all intents and purposes, I appear to be perfectly healthy.
Except I'm in tons of pain. Which, in turns, leaves everyone utterly baffled. And then I end up being diagnosed with fibromyalgia!
I am most displeased.
Turns out all the medicines they use for it actually aren't all that much help, so I didn't come home with any miraculous painkillers. I did, however, come home with a script for an MRI of my left knee, since that's where my pain really is the worst. I also came home with the order to start up an exercise regimen, because apparently the thing that helps fibromyalgia the most is aerobic exercise.
There are NO WORDS for how much I hate exercising. No, seriously. I have never been physically active because, frankly, that's just not what I was made for. I also hate doing, well, pretty much anything on my own (nobody to make fun of and/or entertain!), and my attention span is...short, at best. I'm also no good at actually getting myself to start doing anything, or, for that matter, to continue doing something I don't like doing. (Case in point: I went off soda for a few months, but I've gone right back on it again the past few weeks.)
So, uh to sum things up? Hello, I'm in shit-tons of pain and there's nothing I can do about it! Well, okay, there are things I can do about it. I'm going to try really hard to get myself to exercise (I'm looking up exercises in between bouts of typing here), I'm going to see about maybe trying some medications that are supposed to work for it (I'm very upset to discover that ibuprofen and the such don't--so much for my five hundred count bottle), and I'm going to actually suck it up and actually discuss my bad sleeping habits with one or another of the doctors I've seen lately.
Oh, and I'm going to bitch about it all the way. Please smack yourself for me if you were expecting otherwise.
In other news, I bought some stuff today. Most of it I'm pretty excited about (a few shirts, some new jewelery, an awesome notebook), but I'm...I'm actually feeling buyer's remorse over the shoes I bought. They're stupid and pointless and I'm never going to wear them, I just bought them because I felt like spending money because I was being grumpy over my diagnosis. So I shall be returning them post-haste! (Read: On Saturday, maybe, I guess, if I feel like it.)
Aaaand on that note, I think it's about time for me to get some goddamn sleep. After I'm done reading about medications and exercises that work for fibromyalgia (fuck. everything.).
Except I'm in tons of pain. Which, in turns, leaves everyone utterly baffled. And then I end up being diagnosed with fibromyalgia!
I am most displeased.
Turns out all the medicines they use for it actually aren't all that much help, so I didn't come home with any miraculous painkillers. I did, however, come home with a script for an MRI of my left knee, since that's where my pain really is the worst. I also came home with the order to start up an exercise regimen, because apparently the thing that helps fibromyalgia the most is aerobic exercise.
There are NO WORDS for how much I hate exercising. No, seriously. I have never been physically active because, frankly, that's just not what I was made for. I also hate doing, well, pretty much anything on my own (nobody to make fun of and/or entertain!), and my attention span is...short, at best. I'm also no good at actually getting myself to start doing anything, or, for that matter, to continue doing something I don't like doing. (Case in point: I went off soda for a few months, but I've gone right back on it again the past few weeks.)
So, uh to sum things up? Hello, I'm in shit-tons of pain and there's nothing I can do about it! Well, okay, there are things I can do about it. I'm going to try really hard to get myself to exercise (I'm looking up exercises in between bouts of typing here), I'm going to see about maybe trying some medications that are supposed to work for it (I'm very upset to discover that ibuprofen and the such don't--so much for my five hundred count bottle), and I'm going to actually suck it up and actually discuss my bad sleeping habits with one or another of the doctors I've seen lately.
Oh, and I'm going to bitch about it all the way. Please smack yourself for me if you were expecting otherwise.
In other news, I bought some stuff today. Most of it I'm pretty excited about (a few shirts, some new jewelery, an awesome notebook), but I'm...I'm actually feeling buyer's remorse over the shoes I bought. They're stupid and pointless and I'm never going to wear them, I just bought them because I felt like spending money because I was being grumpy over my diagnosis. So I shall be returning them post-haste! (Read: On Saturday, maybe, I guess, if I feel like it.)
Aaaand on that note, I think it's about time for me to get some goddamn sleep. After I'm done reading about medications and exercises that work for fibromyalgia (fuck. everything.).