I’ve Officially Fallen Over The Edge
I don’t think that I am in the mood to do a Friday Wrap.
If I did, it would be filled to the brim with negativity and you all wouldn’t be able to get through it.
And, to be honest, either would I.
I went to my Doctor on Wednesday and, as I knew, there was no news. No good news, anyway.
The MRI came back normal and then my Doctor proceeded to order up a whole slew of new tests and referrals. He doesn’t want to conclude that my RSD has spread because, “Normally RSD doesn’t spread that way.” Meaning: RSD usually spreads up and around the affected limb. It normally doesn’t just jump to a whole other part of the body. But guess what? It does happen sometimes.
Now I get to go to a neurologist and possibly get a brain MRI and some nerve conductor tests.
Whatever. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that those tests will both come back normal. You know why? Because I am just that lucky. That’s why.
At this point I would welcome a finding in one of these tests. Even a horrible finding. At least THEN we would KNOW what is going on and how to treat it. I am sick of being the patient that is the mystery. I am sick of being the person that has the weird problems that no one can fix. I am sick of being the patient that is given up on. And I am SICK of being the person who is falling apart and no one can fix it.
I am soooo over all of this.
I am completely done.
Is it obvious?



























































