One of those days...

i had a dentist appointment this morning. You know, just a couple of x-rays, some tooth scrubbing, a reminder to floss, take my free toothbrush and head out.

But no. "Do you have an hour or so free right now?" Seems i have need of a crown on the left side and a filling on the right. Swell. And they can start the crown today.

"Well, i do have the time free, but this wasn't was i was planning to DO with it..."

Two very tiring hours later, i was done. i was simply too done in to do the shopping and errands i had thought to do after my appointment. i was chatting with one of the technicians about how fibromyalgia affects even the most mundane dentist appointment, reminding me for days that i've had something done.

As i was leaving, a man in the waiting room said, "Excuse me--did you say you have fibromyalgia?"

"Yes," i said, pausing at the door.

"My wife has it, you know, with the tender points on both sides of her body, all the way up and down," he said gesturing at spots on his body that i'm pretty familiar with. "She's a stresser and a worrier, what with work and the kids."

"Ah," i said. "So, how long has she had it?" i ask.

"Well, it's been about 3 or 4 years now, but she treated it with therapy and massage, stuff like that, and now she hasn't had it for a while," he said proudly.

"Well, good for her, that's great!" i said.

By this point i have a sore mouth and i'm depressed. i had 5 years of therapy, and numerous massages, yet i still have fibromyalgia. What's wrong with me? Why do i still hurt?

i loaded my sore mouth, my depression, my new lavender toothbrush and my constant companion fibromyalgia into the car and went home.