Saturday 21 September 2019

Saturday

I don't seem to be any nearer in finding out what is wrong with me, as my latest blood tests came back as normal according to the receptionist when I phoned the other day.

I feel no better and  wake every hour or so in the night in such awful pain in my upper body and nothing is helping much. It has been going on for over 6 weeks now.  I have another appointment with GP on Monday, though expect I'll be fobbed off with more pills. I'm finding it hard to get showered and dressed in the mornings. Trying to tie my long hair up with useless painful hands and arms is a nightmare, so think I will have to have it cut short.

I can really understand now why people in chronic pain wish to end their lives. Nobody should be expected to suffer and not have that choice. Let's just hope my pain is not going to be permanent then and the docs will be able to get to the cause and treat it. Not having a proper diagnosis is so frustrating.

I'm not one to give up easily and have always been a strong person, but it's getting to the stage when enough is enough.

I'm not prepared to live the rest of my life like this, if there is nothing to be done.

There,  I've said it.