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This applies to the other 11 months too.

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Goodbye, lyric coloratura soprano range and successful performance career. Hello, recurrent pleural effusion/pneumothorax/pneumonia/bronchitis.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “WANTS TO BE A RUNNER / CAN BARELY WALK”]

I’ve always wanted to be a runner. Yesterday I was in so much pain attempting to walk at the mall that they had to bring me a wheelchair.

[Image: 6-piece blue coloured background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Complain about nerve problem in wrist making it itch all the time. Get self harm referral instead of neurophysiology”]

Yes, there is a scar on the side of my wrist thanks to the itching, which as I explained to the doctor was because I scratched it off in my sleep because it was itching. No, I was not intending to harm myself. I was asleep. >_>

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and it suuuuuuuucks.

Submitted by quantum-angel (whose computer is broken) and amorphe-hexe (who has the functioning computer, has to put up with his flashback complaints, and has many of the same issues).

[Image: Top half: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Chronic pain flares”. Bottom half: 4-piece teal and purple colored background with the head of a puma. Text reads: “Flash back to every time friends and family denied that you had it, ever.”]

Presenting a mashup with our friend, PTSD Puma.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “The school nurse is your best friend”]

I go to the nurse’s office at least once, usually twice a day. We have a nice chat sometimes. She even lets me take her keys so I can get my medicine without waiting for her. She doesn’t question it when I come in anymore and told me I can take whatever I need. We’re pretty tight.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Go grocery shopping… too exhausted to cook anything I just bought”]

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I’m 20 with a cane. She’s 90 with a walker. This seems backwards.

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long story short, i’ve been doing serious research trying to pin down all of my symptoms for the last seven or so months.  got an appointment with a rheumatologist specifically so i could get a proper diagnosis—and whaddya know, i was right.  it’s fibro.  pain meds and attempting exercise it is, then.

too bad i’m only on my parents’ insurance until i turn 26 in november and then i’m screwed for appointments and pain meds (not to mention my depression meds) until i can afford insurance on my own. :|

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My allergist said this to me at my last appointment, despite the fact I’m not diagnosed with one and I’d just seen a rheum who had supposedly ruled it out. It was news to me. Now I’m being referred to an immunologist.

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My fibro pain makes me tense up constantly, which makes my muscles and joints hurt more, which makes me more tense. Lather, rinse, repeat. I consciously relax when I notice, but somehow I always wind up tense again.