I sat there in his office, waiting. I was suddenly nervous and had to take a few deep, calming breaths and a sip of water. You see, I have been determined to be right where I am for months and have pushed for a successful referral to confirm what I and my primary care physician suspect: I have fibromyalgia. “Well, unfortunately, I know exactly what you have,” the doctor says as I flinch and pull away from where his fingers are pressing on my tender points throughout my body: my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my poor legs.
The pain, it takes my breath away. I know what he’s going to say next and I had prepared myself. “You have fibromyalgia syndrome.Read more on themighty.com