after months of poking and prodding, it would seem I finally have a diagnosis. Fibromyalgia. It could be worse, at least its not terminal. although knowing what I know, i sometimes think it would be easier. I know its not forever and one day I will get a new body in heaven, that said, the though of the next 40-50 odd years of living like this, knowing that the pain will only get worse, right now doesnt thrill me a whole bunch.

There are things to be considered, I am currently using temproary mobility parking at uni, and even thats a big enough stuggle to get from the front gate right next to the main doors, to my classroom. walking hurts and walking makes me want to sleep. My church attendance has gone right down over the last three weeks, because all I've been able to do is uni, and sleep

I dont really want to apply for a permanent mobility sticker. Because that would be admitting I have a disability and somehow admitting that its not going to get better and not going to go away. And I live with the hope that it will. Maybe I'm in delusion, but damm it I'm not prepared to hang up the boxing gloves quite yet

The exercise will be important. so far all the literature I have read points towards the need to keep exercising. Mainly because it keeps muscle form and tone, and basically keeps the joints mobil. Maybe next week I will look at getting some magnesium suppliments, or asking the doc about getting the injection. Injection would be preferable as I cant stand taking pills.

Ok pity party over... Spoke to J today and got signed up for the course at church which will be good.