My health has been on a steady slide since June. I’ve spent the last six weeks mired in horrendous fatigue. I cannot think and can barely function. My frustration is high. I’m scared of what’s to come and grieving for what I’ve lost. Overall, I managing to stay relatively optimistic and present in the moment, but I have some bleak times.
There’s more to tell you than I’m able to write. I’ll leave you with the best news I have right now: a gastroenterologist has finally agreed to see me. There has to be a reason I get a migraine every time I eat; whether or not that reason can be found remains to be seen. My appointment is on October 6 and I see my headache specialist on October 7.