sunny_1 said...
It is frustrating, I know. I'm only two weeks in, and I'm starting to feel others (mostly colleagues) second-guess the diagnosis. I'm also questioning myself occasionally, like... am I really this sick? All it takes is something like misplaced car keys. Five minutes of searching and I am exhausted. And in the evenings when the pain comes, its unmistakable. Or, as my husband humorously pointed out, the fact that I'm home resting instead of out shopping speaks volumes. All this time on my hands and I can't even pick up a book and read, because it hurts my brain. I am usually a voracious reader.
Both my parents understand this because they have had it too. My husband is supportive, yet he does not fully understand. It makes one feel lonely. :(
Hang in there.
My dh judges how well I'm doing by how much time I spend working in the garden.
When I was really ill in my late 20s, maybe with Lyme, he thought I was just enjoying an easy life since it came on shortly after we were married, or just got worse most likely. He'd come home and find dirty dishes and no dinner started, so he thought he had really misjudged me. 1 year or 2 after that, he noticed that I didn't dive into the garden work one spring like I usually did and then he knew something was wrong. I spent my time in bed or laying on the couch. I wish I knew if it was Lyme back then.
I don't think anyone can fully understand unless they go through it too. I know that lonely feeling too. Hang in there and keep fighting