If I seem familiar, you might have seen me around in the fibro forum. I'll probably scout a few of the forums here, because well, I have a lot going on.
A brief background.
I was diagnosed with manic-depression (as it was called in those days) at age 19 after being released from the mental hospital in Florida due to post partum depression from the birth of my second child (my only son). That was my only hospitalization. By then, I kinda knew I had manic-depression because I'd read a lot of books about
people with multiple personalities - they were all the rage back then - and those people were often misdiagnosed with manic-depression because of there "differing" personalities. Since I knew I didn't have multiple personalities, I figured I had manic depression - so i self-diagnosed at around age 16.
Anyway - I was officially diagnosed at age 19 - that was in 1986. I've seen scores of doctors since then, and the diagnosis has never changed, only the name has changed - from manic depression to bipolar. I didn't take meds until 2004 because I thought that I could "beat this thing" on my own and I'm pretty high functioning - meaning I blend in well with the norms and fake it until I break then I fake it some more. I don't hold jobs for long, but I got around that by working temp most of my working career. I love temp work.
So, 'round about
age 25, one of my friends thought it would be really funny to kick my feet out from under me and I landed hard on a concrete floor - that messed my back up for life. I have a degenerative disc in my lower back that I've been able to work around (mostly) since then.
When I moved to Virginia at the ripe old age of 28, the air there didn't agree with me so my lungs rebelled by developing asthma. I've had it ever since, no matter where I've moved (and I've moved a lot - it's part of my manic phase).
And sometime around age 32, my knees started going - mild arthritis the doctor called it. It's not so mild now.
At age 39 I got into a car accident and walked away with a torn tendon in my right wrist - which ended my admin assistant career. It also activated my fibromyalgia - but I didn't know that until last year. I thought I'd developed RA or something.
Toss in GERD and migraines and you have the complete package.... Oh, and don't forget high cholesterol.
The only meds I'm taking are for the bipolar - Topamax, Seroquel and Welbutrin. My brain chemistry doesn't play well with pain meds. It either ignores them completely, such as opiates and muscle relaxers, or it likes to play tricks with them - like with NSAIDS I get nice side effects such as confusion and disorientation. So I can't take anything for the arthritis, the fibro, the GERD, or the tendonitis.
Oh, and I don't have insurance.
I guess I should talk a little about
me - if you're still reading my novel of an introduction.
I'm 42, mother to four grown children. They've all flown the coop, though the youngest is still around here somewhere. I'm in college right now getting my English degree. I'm also in hiding from a psycho ex. I live with a relative who is letting me stay with them until I complete my degree. I'm not sure what I'll do with the degree, but at least I'll have it. My main plan is to get an RV and move somewhere the ex can't find me, and maybe sub for a school year then if I like it stay, if I don't then move on. We'll see. I'm a nomad at heart. I've lived in eight states in the last 15 years, and I can't even remember how many addresses. I wrote them all down in a moment of clarity about
two years and three? maybe four addresses ago (that would be one state back), but I don't know what happened to the list.
So that's me in a nutshell - I listed my aches and pains first because I may complain about
them from time to time. The rest will come out in normal conversation. :)
Sorry for the novel - it's past my bedtime, and I tend to ramble.
When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen; there will be something to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. - Marilyn Monroe