Takling life with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
I return to the medical establishment that I’d learned to mistrust to seek a diagnosis once again – this time enduring more tests while juggling positively stupid insurance policies!
This is the story of one exasperated individual as they struggle to get validation and a possible diagnosis as a female patient in the US…
A trip to Boston both throws me into relapse and gives me hope.
I have a very busy day with friends and travel – fully expecting I’d have to pay for it.
Just because life isn’t what you expect doesn’t mean that it isn’t what it is supposed to be. A messed up foot brings on more epiphanies.
I start kicking ass – go too far – and crash. C’est la vie.
With Winter gone my body recovers and I set my eyes on gardening, cleaning up, and travel.
I’m living with my mother in a hoarded up house because I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and have nowhere else to go but it’s teaching me many valuable life lessons.
It’s time to talk about the birds and the bees and why they still apply to people with chronic illness and disabilities.
Progress marches forward as the warm weather returns.