I don't know "when enough is enough." I do know that I've had enough. It would take this whole page and more to describe all that I suffer with. Fibromyalgia was diagnosed in 1998 after several years of seeking a diagnoses. Most docotors didn't believe it was real back then. I know some now who still don't get it. I also have everything that goes along with FMS and you all know what they are. I am a nurse (RN) and have found that many nurses have Fibro. I wonder why? I have a Specialist for everything because I'm a "complicated" case, or a "lemon," as some doctors would say.
When you've suffered as much as we have, we can't expect others to understand. The best that we can hope for is some compassion and willingness to learn, especially if our loved ones care.
I have an exceptional husband, who does everything when I can't. I have not been able to hold down a full time job since I became ill. I am on disability, but would gladly give it up if I could feel like "me" again. However, I'm afraid the "me" I used to know is gone forever, and has been for fourteen years.
Don't you think one of the hardest parts is acceptance? Accepting that you can't do this or do that? Accepting that pain and fatigue will haunt you forever? Accepting that you are no longer going to be "normal?" Accepting that if you do too much today, you will PAY tomorrow?
I, for one, am tired of "ACCEPTING" all of it. Take a pill for this, another for that, another to stop the side effects from the first one.
I am so tired....and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Is life really worth all of this? And if not, why can't WE decide?
I do not live a productive life. It takes a lot of strength, energy and courage to live.