April 9th, 2013

Went to my GP today to refill my Lyrica prescription. We both agreed that my dose should be bumped up to three 75mg pills a day. It was rainy and cold and I had to wait 45min for my prescription to be filled. My hips are killing me. Strangely enough I’m still up and cooking. Will be heading to bed shortly. OH! And my GP actually said out loud that I have Psoriatic Arthritis and Fibromyalgia. We will see what the specialist has to say on the 16th. It’s funny how getting a real diagnosis makes me happy.

2 thoughts on “April 9th, 2013

  1. Not too surprising about the cooking. There are things we do for comfort that – if they were anything else – would make us hurt too much to enjoy them. The physical act of walking itself hurts me, but the comfort I gain from it is so much that it tends to push that aside, at least while I’m doing it.

    With diagnosis comes validation and acknowledgement, so no surprise that it would make you feel happy. There’s something awful in feeling unbelieved, especially when what you’ve got is unseen.

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