I'm always in pain. There's never a day that goes by that pain doesn't radiate over some part of my body. Shoulder. Thighs. Feet. Everyday is something different. Sometimes the pain is local. One spot. Throbbing. Then the next day it's in a different spot and it's burning or freezing even. It doesn't make sense. It never has. I didn't think anything of my aches and pains until I talked to my mother. She talked to me about fibromyalgia. I looked it up and did my research. I found out a lot of my symptoms were the same as hers. I met the criteria. I immediately called and made an appointment with my family physician. I told him my symptoms and he agreed. I was diagnosed in June with fibromyalgia. I also found out that my pain could be a lot worse. The medication I take for my depression and bipolar disorder is the same medication for fibromyalgia. So I've been medicated for the last 3 years and didn't even know it. I could of been in so much more pain. I tried some other medication and they didn't work for me. I'm going to stay with what works. Or at least until it doesn't work anymore. Then I'll see what else is out there. But for now medication and cannabis suit me just fine.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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