My trip to the Dr

I made it.  Safe and sound and without throwing up.  I’m proud of myself.  However it did not go without me trying to flee the scene.  Every time I tried to walk outside for air, my husband made me sit in my chair.  I asked him if he was afraid I was gonna run away, he said he was afraid he couldn’t get me back inside if I left.  He’s probably right.

I talked to the Doc and it’s agreed that I need help and I have a panic disorder.  That I already knew.  She said there’s no rhyme nor reason why it happens, it just does.  She asked me if I worked outside of the home and I told her nope that I couldn’t.  She suggested that I try to sign up on my disability for my disorder.  She said I can never function in society.  I have to agree.

Then as I was thinking we were done, my husband mentioned my issues with my joints and stuff.  She started poking and prodding on me (I did kinda slap her hands away a few times when she was digging in my hips), she said that she believes I have Fibromyalgia.  She asked if anyone else in my family had ever been diagnosed and I told her yes and she asked about other medical issues and I explained to her about what certain family members had.  She said something about looking further into that later.

To be honest, I just wanted out of there.  She gave me some depression/anxiety medicine, a strong anxiety medicine just to help me adjust to the first medicine.  She also gave me an anti-inflammatory medicine for my joints.

I took 2 out of the 3 and right now I feel drunk as a skunk.  My fingers are on fire, but I guess that’s from the anti-inflammatory meds.

I have to say a huge thank you to two people.  First off my hubby (I know he reads this when I tell him to).  Thank you for being my rock and being so supportive during these last few weeks.  You have no idea how much it means to me just to have you in my life.  Thank you and I love you!!

And to Jyl, I know you probably get aggravated with me, but you know you still love me.  Thank you for everything.  You are honestly the one person I know I can talk to about anything.  You are my Georgian sister.  Thanks for all the advice, help and support you have gave me since we have met.  I love ya lots girl!!

Thanks to everyone out there who has left comments and such wishing me luck!! All of you rock and are the best.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And with that, I think I’m gonna take my swimming, drunk ass to the couch or bed until this passes.