Today was my follow-up appointment with the rheumatologist in Barrie, Ontario. When he confirmed the diagnosis of fibromyalgia and basically sent me on my way, I wasn't sure how to feel. I was in his office with him last month, it felt like he was with me for this process and work along with me into progress in my illness. I didn't feel that positive or even negative for that matter.
I felt that I should have been given a certificate like when Homer Simpson got his diagnosis of not insane. I felt empty when I left the doctor's office.