This post is the first in a month-long series. You can read the rest of the posts here.
I thought I was ready for today. I thought I was ready for the heavy words, but maybe you can’t be ready in every way for life-altering stuff.
I’m linking up with hundreds (probably a 1000 before it’s all over) of bloggers who are committing to write a post every day of October. (You can check them out here.) I love the idea, but considering how little I’ve written since moving into this address in June, it seemed foolish to attempt such a huge goal while experiencing the symptoms of ______________.
Now I’m realizing this is a great way for me to process what’s going on with my body. My self-imposed rule is this: 200 words or less each day.
Today a doctor laid out about 4 possibilities before me to explain the myriad of symptoms I’ve been experiencing most of 2012. I’d researched them all prior to arriving in her office, but hearing her take a guess at what the gallons of bloodwork will reveal brought out emotions I wasn’t expecting to have. Her expectation? Fibromyalgia. That may be my new normal.
See you back here tomorrow? Same bat time, same bat channel.