Chutzie and Sunshine: Sorry, what you had to go through Sunshine. It sounds time to hunt down another doctor to treat the fibro. Yup, the prescript
ion for cymbalta comes with a free set of golf clubs for the Rheumy, as does the Lyrica, but doesn't you count. Isn't it amazing that the very last person consulted about
our bodies are those of us whom room there, 25/8/400 days a year.
And dear Chutzie; that "mourning process" of which you speak, it never really ever ends does it. As we age, we lose more and more of our functioning, this goes for those elusive "normals", as it does for us. Every stop along the way has with it a loss. A new loss. Like, yesterday I had planned a full day. I thought I'd get three things done, instead of the two, I actually got done. I lay on my bed totally exhausted, hungry but unable to get up to hunt for food, dozed, and then finally, realised the third thing wasn't going to happen. This third being, to drive 60 miles, visit my eldest son for an hour or two, he's always working, hard to catch, then had to call him and cancel. It near broke my heart. He lives 60 miles away, almost never has any "free time", had a couple hours after work yesterday, I so wanted to go. My body would not move. I was devasted. You know that "learned helplessness I'm always yapping about, well I felt it "loud and clear". "You cannot do this one thing that you so want to do. Period so loud, it stung my ears.