For some people, the moment they became a spoonie is clear. Perhaps they were involved in a car accident, or they had a bad fall. Maybe they were diagnosed with cancer, or got an infection with major complications. Somehow, their life changed, all at once.
Others, like me, almost didn't notice it creeping up on them. Life changed, little by little, until it wasn't their life anymore. They find themselves looking for answers as to why. Some get them right away, others search for years.
When that happens, you don't know what to tell the doctors and other people who ask, "When did it start?"
I don't know if I count the stuff when I was 20 and a friend mentioned fibromyalgia to me and I brushed it off. I'm not sure if I count 8-10 years ago in my mid-twenties when it started to be hard to run more than a couple errands at once. Maybe I start three years ago, when the shit really hit the fan and it felt like my life fell apart.
I had been finally exercising regularly. I was losing weight and had been consistent for over twenty weeks. I was so proud of myself. Then, suddenly, I could hardly get out of bed for almost two weeks. Once I felt better, I would try to work out again and end up paying for two days every time. My joints started hurting. I could hardly walk because the joints and tendons in my feet hurt so badly. I was having a migraine 2-3 times a week.
I dealt with this for two years, trying everything I could find online to help me, before I finally started seeing the doctor looking for answers. I never thought the answer would be something permanent.
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