Well I saw the rheumatologist yesterday. First time I've been to that hospital (Trelisk, in Truro). It was easy enough to find although with no pain killers in me I was not at my best, lol. My mother had to keep waiting for me! Anyway....had my blood pressure, weight and urine tested. Turns out I've lost half a stone this summer, which I'm pleased about, considering I haven't tried at all and am doing so much less....go figure. BP fine thankfully, although having the thing on really hurt.
Saw the consultant only slightly late and she was very thorough. Asked me to talk about how it all began etc in my own words and took a photocopy of the things I'd written down. I tried to be honest, not exaggerate or anything. My mother said I was making less of it than it is. I had a physical examination (eurgh) in an open-backed gown, lovely. She schecked for inflammation in my joints but despite how gentle she was, it still hurt. I kept quiet but she said I was grimmacing most of the time and I had tight muscles in my neck (so I shall look into having that sorted).
I'm still flexable, can touch my toes etc. I did have a really awful dizzy attack during the examination, one of the worst. She was patient and gave me time to get past it. Felt so embarrassed!
The upshot of all this is that, due to a number of factors (such as my bacterial infection in May and a fall I had last year (fell off a horse and suffered a really heavy blow)) I have post viral syndrome and fibromyalgia. She seemed quite upbeat about and that I would recover (which makes a change). I can quite happily live in the hope that I will get better given time, but at the very least it means, not only will the gp now give me pain killers to help (yay) but that it is official and I can start to come to terms with it.
I don't want to have this condition, far from it, but maybe my brain will finally accept this and work on making me better rather than fighting me the whole time.
I had 3 vials of blood taken after the consultant and joked with the nurse about the fuss I used to cause when I was a child. I was very honest and said she would need to use the back of my hand with a butterfly needle. She told me anyone trying to get blood from the hand without a butterfly needle shouldn't be allowed to take blood! Did not know that! She went to take the blood and I nearly hit the ceiling it hurt so damn much. I apologised and laughed about it, kinda embarrassed after joking about such things, but she was excellent. She said this is how I feel without pain killers so of course it hurt more than normal. Point taken.
Now getting through the booklets they gave me and relaxing in bed under my brand new bed set. Bliss.
P.