The first thing I’d like to do is apologize to my co-bloggers and our readers for not being here lately. I’ve hit a snag and it’s brought me back to a mild depression that, if I don’t get a handle on it soon, will only get worse.
My depression has been spawned by non-stop pain. It’s that vicious cycle of self-abuse when you say to yourself, “well, if I wasn’t so fat, I wouldn’t be in this pain.” You know, the crap that goes around in your head when you only want to beat yourself up and degrade yourself just a little more every day? (as if the physical pain weren’t enough…let’s just top it off with a bit of self-disgust)
I’ve experienced this pain and occasional swelling for, I’m guessing, around a year and a half, maybe a little longer. I’ve been told it’s muscle strain and to not exercise. I’ve been told it’s a matter of needing to exercise. I’ve been told it’s sciatica. At one point I was told my foot was probably broken with a stress fracture. I’ve had x-rays and taken pain pills, muscle relaxers, sleeping pills, gone to the chiropractor regularly, used heating pads, ice packs, etc…
This latest bit of depression really hit on Sunday.
My husband recently got a promotion and as a gift to himself and from me, we decided to get him a spiffy new briefcase. We got up Sunday morning and showered and had breakfast out. It was a rainy day but I was with my hubby and we were having a good day. We shopped for a briefcase from 9:00 that morning until about 6:00 that evening…pretty much non-stop. That means standing and walking all day. We went to a huge mall and walked all through it and we went to Target, Sams Club, Office Depot and some other stores. (I know there’s a whole other post in here about how I should’ve known better than to try to shop all day and that I should’ve done a better job of self-care but that’s for another time.)
By 7:00 (within an hour of getting home) I was in bed in pain. I didn’t go to work Monday or Tuesday. I stayed in bed both days. As the physical pain eased up, the emotional pain didn’t budge.
I had done some research on the internet last week and I found out that a lot of what I’m experiencing (almost every symptom) is exactly what fibromyalgia looks like. There is no known cure and the cause is unknown at this time. There’s really not much in the way of medicine to help people with this either. But it was still a diagnosis and it sounded right to me. I know that self-diagnosis is not always right so I had planned to make a doctor’s appointment to see if this was a possibility.
After the Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I had this week, I called my general physician and made an appointment for 3:00 yesterday. Before I went, I typed up a list of the symptoms I was experiencing so he would be able to read it and so that I would remember to mention everything. I didn’t mention believing that it was fibromyalgia because I wanted him to tell me what he thought I had based on the info I had given him. The paper I handed him had about 20-25 symptoms on it.
Now this doctor has come a long way in fat acceptance since I started seeing him in the 90’s. He’s seen me go through my depressions and has seen how I handle myself when it comes to self acceptance. I guess I was so beat down by this doctor’s appointment that I couldn’t even rally enough to get my point across. And for some reason, this visit seemed to be a reversal for my doctor because he was definitely weight focused.
I was sitting on the table when he entered the room and had my paper in my hand. I could tell he was in a good mood. He asked me what was wrong and I proceeded to tell him about my constant pain and he saw my paper. I handed it to him and he read the whole thing before saying, “you know what this is saying to me? This is saying you’re way out of shape and you need to lose weight. You need to exercise.” (He did tell me to purchase some Mucinex D, gave me a prescription for cough medicine and a z-pack and diagnosed me with bronchitis.)
He did not even consider looking further than my size. I am fat. I don’t deny that. But I wonder what he would have said to a thin woman who had walked into his office with the same list of symptoms. Would he have been so quick to say, “you’re out of shape”? Or would he have maybe said, “we might need to do some blood work or an MRI on you”? Or maybe even, “does anything like this run in your family? Arthritis? Muscle issues?” Would he have immediately said, “you’re out of shape” to a woman who APPEARED healthy?
Having said that, I will concede that I don’t have enough movement in my life and that exercise has always made me feel better physcially and emotionally. I will even go so far as to say I’m not as healthy as I would like to be and my choices have not always been to the betterment of my body, but STILL!!! Those things I can change. But what if, just what if, I were to lose all the weight that my doctor suggests and I start a healthy workout routine and STILL HAVE THESE SYMPTOMS? Then what?
Does that mean that I could’ve been diagnosed correctly in 2009 instead of waiting until 2011 or 2012 when (or if) I lose down to the prescribed weight and continue to exercise?!? What if I never lose the weight? Do I remain undiagnosed and just wonder if I’m crazy and are these pains really real?
But then what if it really is all about my weight? What if I do lose the weight and keep up a regular exercise routine? What if my pains do actually go away once I’m down to XXX lbs? Does that mean I won’t ever be sick with anything again? Does being a certain weight guarantee me to be healthy? No.
But does appearing healthy mean I might get better treatment by my physician? Does it mean I’ll be listened to more intently? Does it mean I won’t be pre-judged and diagnosed based on my symptoms and not my appearance? I say yes. Sadly, yes.
I went home after this visit with my doc and talked to my hubby about it. He felt so badly that the doc had talked to me like that and saw every point I made. He even suggested I go to another doctor which I very well may. I do want to get an MRI or something on my spine because I may actually have some disk degeneration or rupture.
One would think that after a visit like this with my doc, I would sink deeper into depression but it’s actually kind of renewed my faith in myself and my own body.
Again, I’m sorry for my absence lately.
~sas
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