I just want to sleep.
Situational, my therapist calls this type of depression.
Saw my family doctor this week, and she confirmed that the skin condition could be cancer. At best, it is a rare condition that will need specialist care. It is both itchy and painful, but there can be no treatment until the biopsy gives us a diagnosis. So for now, I put up with it.
The doctor also said that my blood work indicated something going on above and beyond the M.E. She sent me with an accompanying report to emergency, and for a moment, I was hopeful that I’d get some answers, but the blood tests performed at the hospital came back as normal.
I feel like a hamster on a wheel. Four years I went through this before being diagnosed with M.E. – traipsed from one specialist to another, all with no answers.
“You’re an enigma,” the emergency doc said. I’ve heard that before.
She did say she’d order more tests on an outpatient basis, so I’m waiting again.
Wake me up when someone knows something.
(Linking up to my weekly challenge: in-between.)