The Native Americans got it right. Go out into the great wide-open, snag some roots, leaves, moss…and presto, you’ve got medicine…taking advantage of nature’s pharmacy and calling it a day all without sitting in a germ-infested waiting room with other viral individuals.
I’m beginning to think that whole scenario is a much brighter idea than ensuring my care (and that of the family) to someone who may have just eeked their way through medical school by the hair of their chinny-chin-chin. I believe that’s why they call it ‘practicing’ medicine. Then again, knowing me, I’d probably snatch up a handful of Belladonna and it’d be toes up for old QuiltnMama.
I am now a guinea pig, on the hunt for a medicine/lifestyle change/diet that will make the aches and pains of what turned out to be a diagnosis of fibromyalgia lessen, if not go away altogether. Is there anything for the fatigue? Stop laughing, a girl can hope. What’s interesting is that I found out from someone other than my illustrious physician that I actually have fibro.
Long story short, she wanted me to have a sleep study based on the fact that I responded ‘yes’ when asked if I snore. Apparently, this isn’t enough to qualify for health insurance to pay so…no sleep study for me. As a side note, Himself has assured me that I do not stop breathing in my sleep although at times he’s thought of holding a pillow over my face to shut out the snoring. Did I mention I sleep with earplugs to drown him out? Anyhoo, the sleep center nurse was rattling off a brief (haha) rundown of my medical history when she pops out with ‘Oh, I see you’ve also been diagnosed with fibromyalgia’. Well, that’s news to me since dear doc never bothered to tell me.
So, it was back on the phone to the doctor’s office and a very polite (stop rolling your eyes, I am capable of polite) request for them to tell me exactly what the hell she thought was wrong with me and to call me something in to try to alleviate all these delightful symptoms. I’m surprised insurance covered the Lyrica. Time will tell what awesome side effects I get to endure, one of which is weight gain. Lovely. Pretty soon I may be big enough to steer like the Titanic. And we know how well THAT turned out.
Wish me luck.