So that was a traumatic experience...so sad it had to come to that for me to get someone in the medical field to actual listen to me. I now started on a journey of therapy and psychiatric sessions. New medication...less stress that was the plan. Not more as in quantity but different functioning medication. I resumed my part-time position behind the chair armed with tools to help me work more efficiently. A step to raise one leg up on to relieve the pressure on my back, only one weave a day, no more then 2 appointments in a row. I was trying with all my might to act normal, like I did not have this horrible thing that nobody believed in. I found doctors but the people around me were still a little questioning, not so understanding.
I needed to change. Something. A phone call one day was just what I needed...a different job.
Fighting Fibromyalgia
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