I don't know why, but while we were driving home from the doctor's, my pain started getting really bad. I am so glad my husband drove me because I don't think I would have been able to get home. I have been lying down ever since we got home. Course my doctor told me to watch what I eat because some foods could make my condition worse, meaning my pain could get worse. So let's just make a list of what hurts: walking, dancing, shopping, ok let's just say anything fun and now eating. I mean, I have been limited by what I WANT to eat in the past year because I sensed that some foods were making me sick, but when no doctor had actually said it, I just felt it was in my head. It just sounds crazy. FOOD, can make my pain worse. I have Insulin Resistant Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (along with Endometriosis, Fibromyalgia, Lupus, Migraines, Asthma, Interstitial Cystitus SP?, and I have had 2 strokes basically I am falling apart). My body doesn't handle sugar well, but it is not as bad as a diabetic's body. But instead of the sugar causing the problems of diabeties, it helps the growth of the cysts somehow. I don't understand it, but the doctor made it sound like more sugar, more pain. So carbs are bad and protein is good. I told him I basically eat a little of everything, but usually in VERY SMALL portions. And I try to keep foods that don't make me sick on hand, like yogurt and graham crackers. I feel so weird. And the one thing that has made me a little better is also making me sick in another way. He started me on Fortamet a couple months ago. I started on a small dose and was supposed to titrate up. As I slowly increased the dose, I found myself becoming more and more nauseous. Now I am stuck at the low dose and he is keeping me there for another six weeks. He said I may have to stay there if I can't hande more. So now I feel limited in the amount of getting better I can have. Doctors keep telling me my body is too sensitive and if there is a chance of a side effect, I have it. This is why I can't have VERY strong pain meds unless I am in the hospital. I stopped breathing once. It is scary to open your eyes to find 5 people standing around your bed and giving you CPR. The strokes were related to medicine. A couple months ago my heart stopped beating and I passed out because of medicine. I HATE MYSELF. Everythng is broken. Everything hurts. And then there is the emotional shit. I want to cry.