Desperate Desperado

I am crying a lot.  Long episodes of tears and crying in front of  total strangers. I’m perpetually on the verge of tears because I’m at an incredibly frustrating point – Why can’t anyone figure out what’s wrong with me? I have wonderful e-friends who are in similar situations but in the every day world, [...]

Muscle biopsy results are in

No one would deny that chronic illness changes a person.  I am finding that the process of getting diagnosed is changing me.  Especially when I look back at some more emotionally charged posts. My frustration is manifesting differently.  I’m eager for a diagnosis but am apathetic about what it is.  I just want to know.  [...]

Zebra or Horse?

Over the past several months, I have had doctors tell me “when you hear hoofs, you look for a horse not a zebra.”  In other words, look for the typical possible problems because there’s not likely to be a zebra among horses. I think things have changed. It became clearer to me at some point [...]

Eye had no idea

“Your eyes are like those of someone who is 80 years old, not 36.  Your blood vessels are dilated and tortuous.” I’m not ready for this. I didn’t do a ton of research before my fluorescein angiogram today.  In fact, I only figured out how to spell fluorescein last night when I did a brief [...]

Thyroid the Menace

My husband couldn’t believe how happy I sounded as I recounted the less than happy Endocrinologist appointment. I’ve grown to be a better faker. I really want to be positive on behalf of my friend, Heather, who had a thyroidectomy today.  I need to let out my frustration. I’d say that I just initially laughed [...]

Anything’s possible

Even though I consider myself to be optimistic, I’m not one of those “You can be anything you dream of being” kind of Oprahesque people. Why? Because it’s not possible. I will never be a ballerina and my husband has no shot at being an NFL star.  However, I do believe that because of the [...]

Two weeks in the life of a Sicky

My husband’s pet name for me has become “Sicky Sickerson”.  I’d prefer Cupcake. Two weeks in the life of a person with chronic illness like me seem somewhat more eventful than the lives of the Welly Wellersons.  Over the past two and a half weeks I have: Had a surgical procedure – an open muscle [...]

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