It's weird to start writing in my blog again right now - when things are so crazy - and not to write about it. The thing is, I don't think I have anything to contribute right now. Rockets are falling on Israel, the military is preparing to wage a ground war. People I care about are in danger. Some of my friends have left their homes for safer places. I haven't heard a siren yet. I haven't heard the rockets exploding (though apparently, people who live quite nearby have heard them.) I'm feeling very protective of my kids, my family, my friends, my nation. But I really don't feel that I have any great wisdom to add to the mix.
In all honesty, what is really occupying my time these days is my sickness. For those tuning in for the first time today, here's the story:
I'm 34, married +2. My daughter is 5, and my son is 3.5.
I was diagnosed with thyroid problems when I was 19, and with fibromyalgia when I was 23.
I've been in near-constant pain for over ten years, with my symptoms increasing radically after each pregnancy, though we were able to resolve a lot of the issues after the first pregnancy, after the second, I never really recovered. Since then, my situation has been getting steadily worse.
I'm tired, in a lot of pain, and very overweight.
I can barely work. Typing often hurts. I can't keep up with the housework, even though we have a cleaner once a week. I have difficulty being a good mother. I have difficulty living my life. I've been getting steadily worse for years. I want to have more kids, but that's out of the question while my health is so problematic.
A few weeks ago, I began a desperate search for a new doctor, and now I've found someone who I think might just be able to really help me.
Welcome - this is an invitation to join me on my journey to getting my life back.
Last Thursday, I went for my first intake meeting with the new doctor, and today, I went for a series of blood tests. I hope to have more - and good - news soon.
In all honesty, what is really occupying my time these days is my sickness. For those tuning in for the first time today, here's the story:
I'm 34, married +2. My daughter is 5, and my son is 3.5.
I was diagnosed with thyroid problems when I was 19, and with fibromyalgia when I was 23.
I've been in near-constant pain for over ten years, with my symptoms increasing radically after each pregnancy, though we were able to resolve a lot of the issues after the first pregnancy, after the second, I never really recovered. Since then, my situation has been getting steadily worse.
I'm tired, in a lot of pain, and very overweight.
I can barely work. Typing often hurts. I can't keep up with the housework, even though we have a cleaner once a week. I have difficulty being a good mother. I have difficulty living my life. I've been getting steadily worse for years. I want to have more kids, but that's out of the question while my health is so problematic.
A few weeks ago, I began a desperate search for a new doctor, and now I've found someone who I think might just be able to really help me.
Welcome - this is an invitation to join me on my journey to getting my life back.
Last Thursday, I went for my first intake meeting with the new doctor, and today, I went for a series of blood tests. I hope to have more - and good - news soon.
