Pre dental surgery anxiety flared, my IBS went crazy and I felt so so sick. My breakfast wanted to come up. And it sorta did. "It's just a routine thing, just a routine thing," I muttered to myself like a mantra. But anxiety is a hell of a thing. 87288
I’d been lying there drifting in and out of consciousness at the intensive care unit in hospital. I was numb and vacant as ever with no motivation, strength or will to do anything except be still. No I don’t want to chew, swallow, drink, breathe in for you... no motivation or will
It is a battle living a normal life with fibromyalgia. And the battle is made no easier by those telling me my condition is imaginary.