Things were going pretty well until Tuesday this week. That when my pain jumped up to a level ten. But it wasn't fibro pain. It was some of the most severe chest and stomach pain I've ever had. I tried to ignore it. I tried to find a position where I got some relief. Nothing worked so I ended up calling Mr. Supportive to take me to the ER.
That visit was a nightmare. You know how those of us with chronic pain get labeled as drug seekers? I feel sure that I was labeled as soon as I got there. You know how sometimes when the pain is so bad that you can't breathe normally and you breathe through your mouth very quickly? The nurse told me I was having an anxiety attack and if I would stop breathing so fast the dizziness would go away.
Read about my "wonderful" adventures in the ER here.
I'm going to be away from the computer for a few days playing grandma. Here's hoping I report back good things pain wise!