F is for forty. That is how old I will be in a couple of weeks. I always thought I'd have a big party, like I did on my thirtieth, but I'm just not in the mood. I still feel ill, and I want to save the party for another time, if and when I'm feeling better.
is for fibromyalgia. Or perhaps it should be f***ing fibromyalgia. This is a
chronic pain condition I may or may not have. The rheumatologist I saw said it
was a possibility, although he wouldn't make a "diagnosis" as such - in fact,
there are no real diagnostic criteria for this disease. The fact is, doctors don't know
what causes it, and they are still working on how to treat it. And the
symptoms seem to be very different for different people. None of this is
at all helpful. I'm taking a new drug now, which is supposed to
alleviate the symptoms, but we'll see. After all, it may not even be
that. But the medical profession appears to have run out of other tests to do on me, so what
other choice do I have?
F is for friends. I have some good ones here, who are supporting me, and
some back in the UK who are doing all they can from a distance. I'm grateful also for my blogger friends - your comments always make the day better.
F is for future plans. It's hard making them when I feel
like I do. But they have to be made. We are leaving America in a few
months' time. I'm having to organise removal firms, and think about
school uniforms, and finding somewhere to live.
is for Florida. We're about to go there on holiday. I need a break, and I'm hoping the sun, sand and sea
might do something for me. After all, you never know.