Crossing My Fingers

Transferring this post from an old blog that I’m deleting.

Went to a pain clinic today. Doesn’t that sound like a training seminar for people who are into S and M? It’s actually for people who are trying to deal with chronic pain– it should actually be called an “anti-pain clinic” or something like that. Anyway, my doctor referred me, and it may be about the most helpful place I’ve gone to for learning to live with fibromyalgia.

After quite a bit of painful poking and prodding, he sent me home with a ten’s unit, prescriptions for muscle relaxers (which I won’t fill) and lidocaine patches, and three follow-up appointments for trigger point injections. Mostly, he sent me home with some hope. At this point, I’m grateful for even the smallest ray of that stuff.

Originally posted Friday, July 13, 2007