Fibromyalgia Support Group
You're not alone in your pain. Fibromyalgia is a condition that can be difficult to diagnose and manage. If you're trying to cope with pain throughout your body, sleep problems, general fatigue, or other common fibromyalgia symptoms, you're in the right place. The community is here for you to talk about therapies and share your challenges.
Hello all. I'm new to this sort of thing. I don't have anywhere else to turn. I was in a car accident in 2008 and have been dealing with chronic full body pain since then. I am only 31 and have 3 children. Some days I can't even walk let alone clean or work. Over the years I have visited numerous types of doctors, had MRIs, X-rays, and all that. The doctors act like they don't care and try to shove some type of pill down my throat. They never work. I have never gotten a definitive diagnosis and it's driving me crazy. The rheumatologist I saw the other day told me that all sighs point to fibromyalgia but he wants to make sure it's not lupus or rheumatoid arthritis so he took 12 vials of blood from me. I will hopefully get the results this coming week.
I have been with my children's father for almost 11 years. I love him so much and I know he loves me. There's just this one problem: he's always calling me lazy and asking why certain things around the house aren't done. He knows what I go through. He says he understands but still yells at me when he comes home from work. I do what I can when I can do it but, I have to admit, it's not often. I'm tired all the time. I get up at 6:30 to get my kids ready for school and by 10 I feel like I need a nap. Our house is not DIRTY, but we do have 3 kids so it just needs some upkeep. It makes me so depressed. Depressed because I can't be the woman he wants and needs me to be. Depressed because I physically can't work to help with the bills. Depressed because any time I need something, I have to ask him to buy it for me. Depressed because I can't get approved for social security because I haven't been diagnosed with anything. I'm just DEPRESSED. Anyone who knows me knows that I always have a smile on my face. When I go to the doctor I have a smile on my face. I guess I'm good at hiding my pain because nobody knows what I've been going through. Has anyone been in this situation before?
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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88FIn 1969 we decided to get married without a big wedding. Most of our friends and family liked large over the top for the time kind of weddings and I did not. First, I didn't see why spending so much money for one day when we have the rest of our lives to live. I have never regretted not having a big formal wedding. Another issue is not liking all the attention. Also, we have gone to big...

OK, when your husband says "Don't let the pain take over"? He's being ignorant at best, and please, tell him that. When you have neuromuscular disease of any kind, body-wide, like fibro, or ailments like lupus, RA, etc., yes, exercise helps but it has to be viewed this way:
You wake up feeling the way most people would after they did a day of Navy SEAL training. Your baseline is "exhaustion" of your *nerves* and *muscles*. This is not CHOICE. The starting point for any fibro or other similar pain patient, and I am quoting my rheumy, my neuro, and 20 years experience with fibro and relearning to walk on a busted-up pelvis without pain meds.... Your starting point? Is where other people *end*. So you have to start with five minutes, gentle, every other day... slowly ease your body into the idea that it's okay. You essentially have to re-train your body to accept movement, just as if you're relearning it from scratch after severe accdient (and I did have to relearn to walk so I know this analogy is apt).
Please, please, tell your husband he cannot assume this is your *choice*. This isn't about willpower. A bullet wound isn't. Cancer isn't. So why assume that of your ailment? YEah, see, that's where it breaks down a bit...
Much support to you and much hugs.
And if you can't tell, my hubby got dragged to my rheumy right quick about 20 years ago and told exactly why it was I was moving like I was 90 and not 25. Light dawned.