Warning, this is a rant post. Yes, it's about my disability. Again. Today is the day I got a real diagnostic. After 14 years of struggle, false ideas and unsuccessful promises, after hospital trauma, surgeries, braces, mean medical staff, and many more, here it is. A fibromyalgia diagnostic. After 3 years trying to get one in order to make a disability card (for my car, or in crowded places for example), and 3 years with the usual "without a proper diagnostic I can't do anything for you", I got it. More than 10 doctors, hours in hospitals, but I finally got something. That's not much. There's still a long way to go. But damn, I'm crying, finally having a name to put on my condition. It's the star of trying to accept my cane, my knee brace, my pain, and all that stuff making me doubt of myself.
The only thing I want to say is : dear disabled friends on this app, with oef without a proper diagnostic, don't give up. Some will feel better with this paper saying what they have, some will not, but all of us, we have to be strong. On this happy day of mine, I'm giving you all my love and my strength.
