Trial By Fire

A few weeks ago, after I saw the rheumatologist, I decided that I wanted to go to a different rheumatologist. The only other ones are in Birmingham and my dad didn’t want to go there. Instead, my mom convinced him to have me go to an internist in town. So, she called and found one.

I went in for the appointment today. It went as I expected. He said that the problem was fibromyalgia. My red, swollen, hot joints are apparently fibromyalgia. I don’t quite understand that since redness, swelling, and feverish joints isn’t a symptom of fibromyalgia. It might be secondary to it, but not a full-on FM symptom.

I had my dad go to the appointment with me, and he said that I could go to Birmingham if I needed to. I think he’s finally starting to understand the frustration. I guess that’s a good thing, right?

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.