PAIN PAIN GO AWAY; COME AGAIN SOME OTHER DAY

I have Fibromyalgia,  Actually I usually refer to it as FMS (Fibromyalgia Syndrome). I was diagnosed twenty-eight years ago when a doctor referred to it as fibromyositis. It hadn't even gotten it's present name yet.   The only place it was listed was in medical journals. Now it's all over the Internet. Basically it means my body often reacts as if it's 90 years old. Pain, stiffness and lack of energy are only three of the symptoms.  I lived with it for ten years before I was diagnosed, so it's been a part of my life for over half of my lifetime. Since I was told it was chronic and progressive, I took some time to sort out how I wanted to deal with it. I do not take mind or mood altering chemicals. I do take ibuprofen for pain. I decided I was going to relate as a well person who had occasional flare ups.  That some of those occasions lasted for weeks or were very frequent didn't matter to me. I refused to be my disorder.

Here I am at the infancy of old age, and I still refuse to take anything but ibuprofen, and I only take that a few times a month. That's right...month...not day. I was convinced that I could get past the worst of what this disorder would hand out, and I did.  I love it when one of my experiments works!