This week has proven to be a bit more of a
struggle than the previous ones. There was quite a bit of homework due,
and the house seemed to need extra attention with cleaning, but these
things are ongoing and I’m used to them by now. What made this week
particularly difficult relates to my health.
When I was 15, after working a summer camp I
came home drained, and as usual, got sick. Nothing new. However, after
my fever had passed and my obvious symptoms started to go away—there
were feelings of illness that did not. Fast forward months and months of
Dr’s visits, blood tests, researching, tears, attempted medications,
and frustration—the Dr diagnosed me with Fibromyalgia—of course, this
couldn’t be proven beyond my continual symptoms and ruling out
everything else. Since then, we’ve been treating it as such and life has
gone on. I do what I can to relieve the pain and help my body with its
poor immune system and such, but in the end, it will always be there. In
a way, I’ve become extremely used to it—I rarely even feel the muscle
pain anymore unless it’s a really bad day. I’m used to feeling
excessively tired and not getting the best sleep all the time. And I
antipate the migraines by having Liquid Advil on hand at all times. It’s
become part of my lifestyle and I rarely view it as a separate
condition or a handicap. In my opinion, everyone gets aches and pains
every once in a while—mine are just a bit more consistent and harsh.
