Without the label of fibromyalgia, I’m a human being in severe pain.
I am a human being who feels pain 24/7, 365 days a year.
Without the label of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome — I am a human being who is more than simply exhausted.
I’m not talking about the kind of tired I used to feel after a hard days work. Not the kind of tired some people say I might have, “because I don’t run ten miles a day like they do,” or “because I write,” or “because I need to get out more often.”
People who think they know why I’m tired or in pain, who don’t know one little iota of truth about fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, are people whose opinions mean zilch to me.
I was a firefighter. My training made me so tired I had to go to the doctor. This was before any diagnosis of fibromyalgia or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. This was before Lyme disease in 2003 and near death from Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever in 2005.
I got over being tired after that training. The doctor, who is a homeopathic physician, told me to rest and drink fluids with electrolytes. So I did and after a day or two, I could run with the best of them again.
Without the label of fibromyalgia, I am a person who has severe problems sleeping. I never get good sleep.
Without the “label,” I am a person who sees days where taking a shower wears me out. I get all nice and clean. I get dressed. I fix my hair. Sometimes I even put a little makeup on. Then I take my shoes off and fall on my bed from sheer exhaustion.
Without the label, I am a person who cannot live an active life. Some days I’m a person who spends the day in bed, not sleeping, too tired to read, too tired to move, who just lies there like the living dead.
Without the label, I am a person who strives to make it through one trip to the grocery store and 98% of the time I can’t get all that I intended to get. I could if I used one of the riding carts or whatever they are called, but I’m not there yet. I’m not at a place in my mind where I feel I’m ready to reveal to the public how disabled I am by FATIGUE.
Without the “label” I am a person who hurts when I take wet clothes out of my washer. I am a person who hurts when I push a vacuum cleaner. Many days, I’m a person who feels like a plastic bag weighs ten pounds.
Without the label, I am a person who gets so tired that my brain seems to collapse inside my head. This is called, brain fog, but some people can’t take labels.
Without the label of brain fog, I’m a human being whose brain stops functioning and I have a hard time adding 2 + 2!
Without the label, I would be quite confused as to what the hell is happening each and every moment I live!
Too tired to say how tired I am of people who don’t know squat about what it means to live with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and the pain of fibromyalgia.
Image of ferns by, “The Graphics Fairy”
I chose the image of the fern because even plants have labels. I stand on both sides of the fence, or perhaps I’m the FenceSitter, regarding the use of labels in medicine. Labels are useful but can be abused. Labels can be used to identify a whole person and I believe, those of us who have an ongoing health issue, illness(es) or disease(s), know that we are more than a label. We remain fully human.
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