December 16, 2013....the day I will never forget. The day I finally learned I was not crazy, but that my symptoms were in fact something real. Before I get into all that, my name is Lori, I am a wife, mother, grandma, aunt, sister, cousin, niece, daughter, and friend. I have RA, Fibromyalgia, Raynauds syndrome, osteoarthritis, spinal stenosis, and a host of other things going on...my body is at war with itself.
After being told for years my symptoms were in my head, they were from aging (38 is aging...lol), they were this problem, or that problem...your not eating right (I can actually say that is true), your not active enough (3 kids, husband, home, full time plus job, animals...not busy enough? Please), your going through the change of life...not sure where that one came from and facts it was based on. 樂樂樂樂樂樂樂
All of this followed by take this pill with this pill, make sure you eat, get this bloodwork done, wait have an xray, no we need another blood test, mri?? Oh you have a perfect brain....uuugggghhhhhh
Then I met my Rhuemy...the appointment happened, not because a doctor told me to go, no it happened because my oldest daughter, who had witnessed many of my bad days, came home from nursing school one day and said," Mom, I know what you have and you need to see a rheumatologist." And as fate had it, my girlfriend who suffers from Fibromyalgia had been to see this rheumatologist 3 weeks before and said how wonderful she is, patient, kind, understanding. And so, I made the appointment. ⏰
So, this is the beginning of my journey. In my next post, I will share my first appointment with you and the beginning of my lessons learned thus far, and just how chickens played a part in my therapy.
Many blessings to you who read this. Much love to those who are in my circle of support. And may your sleep be restful, your days be pain free, and your chickens be happy. ❤❤❤❤
