Moving

So, I am moving. I got a notice last Wednesday stating that my apartment building needs to be vacated to have the foundation fixed. So since I have to move out of my apartment by March 12, I decided that this is the time to get a bigger apartment. My new apartment is in the same complex, but now my kitchen is twice the size and I have a study. I decided that now is the time to get this move over with, rather than waiting until the end of the deadline. More than half my apartment is now in boxes. I have to eat out all of my meals tomorrow. The movers come on Monday. I am excited about my new apartment, but I do not handle stress well lately. It seems since this whole fibromyalgia thing started up, I just cry at the drop of a hat. I am so grateful to my mom and Jerry for coming over today and basically packing up my entire apartment for me. I really don't have much left to do, but I could not have gotten all of this done in four hours like they did, much less two days. I will post some pics of the new place once I'm moved in.

No, I am not crazy

I originally had an appointment with the Fibromyalgia and Fatigue Center on the 15th, but there was a scheduling problem with the doctor. So the receptionist called me and asked to reschedule, and she offered to move my appointment time up. It was moved up to yesterday, and I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and acute fatigue. It has not progressed to chronic fatigue because I didn't wait to get diagnosed and treated. The AMA has identified 18 tender points that are used to help diagnose fibromyalgia (you should have something like 11/18 for diagnosis) and I have 18/18. There were other factors that I didn't know were related that were used to diagnose it, like my chronic IBS and my sleep problems amongst other things. The good doctor also has diagnosed me with hypothyroid, according to physical defects. I had about 28 tubes of blood drawn, I was given doses of supplements to take, and I was told to take melatonin and a half dose of trazodone to keep me from waking up through the night. At my next appointment, we will review my lab tests and see what my numbers mean, then treat those.

It's nice to finally have an official name for why I feel so crappy and hurt all the time. I don't feel like a hypochondriac. And I have someone to confirm that I have hypothyroid, like I've suspected my whole life, instead of doctors repeatedly telling me that there is nothing wrong, and I am just not trying hard enough to lose weight. As if eating only 1,200 calories a day and exercising for 1-2 hrs isn't trying hard enough. Whatever. I look forward to seeing how these treatments work and getting back to feeling like normal. And I really look forward to having energy and getting back to the gym. Yay!