In A Nutshell

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Despite being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia about a decade ago, I was able to work and lead a "normal" life, until I became severely ill with MS type symptoms one month after being laid off in June 2009, which meant no health insurance to properly address the problem. I spent 3 days in the hospital but since they initially did not want to keep me (one doc said I may have MS, but was overruled), I did not qualify for the financial aid for hospital bills because they did not think I belonged there. I was misdiagnosed with Labyrintits and sent on my way. I was told it would go away in a few weeks, that was 3 years ago and I have had the symptoms of dizziness, balance problems, vertigo, and pain every day since then. I went to a local free health clinic until they told me they exhausted all their options and could not help me any longer. I cannot drive nor work outside the home and only walk briefly with the aid of a cane, but also can't get disability because I have no real diagnosis for these particular symptoms. These are the chronicles of my (so far) dead-end journey riddled with bodies of good intentions.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Underwear Fairy

“Now, why did you not tell me you needed new underwear and conditioner?” My friend berates me in her email. “I found out you been washing your hair with hotel shampoo and that it’s falling out. You know I would have sent you some.” 

“Well, think of it, would you ask someone you never met except for online ask for those kinds of things?” Plus, I was thinking to myself, it’s embarrassing enough to admit to oneself, much less someone else, that you can’t buy those things. Sure, a plain bar of soap can keep you clean enough to not offend anyone with smell, but it won’t exactly make you feel pretty or good about yourself.

Now, I knew how she found out about the hair, but the underwear? How did she know? Oh yeah, I had made a comment on Facebook in regards to a discussion on Christmas presents how as a child I did not appreciate getting socks and underwear, but now would. That must have been it.

I wish I could say that emailing back and forth about underwear sizes and colors was the most undignified thing that’s ever happened to me, but nope, it’s not. Well, now you know why my blog is named the way it is.