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By Meredith Gould, Ph.D., Baltimore, MD

I prefer to call fibromyalgia a “total pain,” and I mean that quite literally. It’s inconvenient to have and nearly impossible to describe without sounding nuts. When I was first diagnosed in 1986, it was called fibrositis and considered nearly completely bogus. A lot has changed during the past 20+ years.

These days, the rheumys (i.e., rheumatologists) and the neuros (i.e., neurologists) tussle a bit over who “owns” fibro. Endocrinologists have been known to get involved. Back in the 1980s, few doctors were willing to consider that the long list of diverse symptoms might add up to something very real. There weren’t any support groups. How could there be? Fibromyalgia didn’t exist as anything other than what’s charmingly known as a “garbage pail” diagnosis.

Thanks to crappy health insurance, I ended up with a young primary care physician who didn’t dismiss me as either a 19th century neurasthenic or a 20th century neurotic. He took my debilitating fatigue and chronic pain seriously, possibly because a pack of practitioners had already ruled out lupus, multiple sclerosis, Sjögren’s Syndrome, and the Epstein-Barr virus. Specialists had already treated me for IBS, hypothyroidism, hypoglycemia, Lyme disease, and intestinal parasites, but I was still a physical wreck. What could possibly be left?

Believing the tender point test had diagnostic validity, this courageous doctor proceeded (without ample warning) to apply gentle pressure at each of eighteen points on my body. I threatened to slap him if he didn’t stop. I guess that cinched the diagnosis.

Finally, a Diagnosis

“You have fibrositis,” he said. And the treatment? Nothing. He thought dancing might be helpful.

Over the years, I’ve tried hatha yoga, changing careers, walking, lectio divina, a vegan diet, choral singing, and gardening. I wrote books, got divorced, moved to a house without stairs, went back to eating red meat. I served nearly seven years as a personal aide to a woman with quadriplegia which got me thinking about disabilities that are hidden as well as those that are visible. It’s hard to tell which activity, event, or commitment has delivered the most relief from physical pain and emotional exhaustion.

Medications for Fibromyalgia

Of the medications developed for fibro, I can take exactly none of them. They turn me into a zombie, and not in a trendy, cult kind of way. I did enough digging around on the Internet to gather enough information to convince one physician’s assistant to try an off-label use of one drug; that worked for a while.

Three years ago, I found a Phase I clinical trial (that I didn’t get into) testing vagus nerve stimulation to alleviate fibro pain. Surgically implant the thing on my face if you have to, I told the principal investigator. We hear that a lot, she said. I was excluded because I’d been in a car accident. Some clinicians suspect fibro may be caused by physical trauma; others think it might eventually be traced to a virus.

Read any list of symptoms, exaggerate them exponentially, and that’s usually what I’m feeling. On good days, I stagger around with what feels like the flu. On worse days, every cell and nerve ending feels like a tiny flickering flame igniting over and over and over again.

I Do As Much As I Can

After all these years, I basically try to ignore all of it. I do as much as I can, sometimes more just to make a point. Still, I’ve canceled travel, meals, movies, visits, meetings, and even physical therapy at the last possible moment because I couldn’t sit, stand, or walk. I’ve abandoned shopping carts because it was either do that or not be able to drive home. My daily schedule must include napping, which is one reason I had to stop working in other people’s offices. I also can’t tolerate their lighting, HVAC systems, or noise.

I Am Not My Condition

Although fibro now seems to be recognized as legitimate, I don’t talk much about my experience. This is, in fact, the first time I’ve written about fibromyalgia. I’ve had my reasons, mostly having to do with how long I’ve lived with it. Being sick of it has finally eclipsed being sick from it. Would it be too much of a cliché to insist that I am not my disorder? Let’s just say I’m determined not to be, even when this always-existing condition almost persuades me otherwise.

To learn more about Meredith, visit her Web site: Health Faith | Making the Connection Sacred.

Medical Reviewer: Brian McDonough, MD Copyright: © 2000-2010 The StayWell Company, 780 Township Line Road, Yardley, PA 19067. All rights reserved. This information is not intended as a substitute for professional medical care. Always follow your healthcare professional's instructions.

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