My Life With CFIDS And Fibromyalgia The Personal Side......
 
Welcome Friends!
Personal Quote's, Stories, And Saying's
Of Fellow Person's With CFIDS And Fibromyalgia
My name is Anne. My friends on the net know me as Alico.
My webpage about my life with CFIDS and Fibromyalgia described what life is like to live with those diseases.
This page has some personal quotes of other person's with CFIDS and Fibromyalgia. These quotes, personal descriptions, and stories are descriptions of how these people feel everyday.
If you have a personal quote or description, please email me and I will include you on this page.
DoryJ
"Hey doc, remember the worst night you ever spent in the ER as a young resident? Seventy-two grueling hours of non-stop crisis'. Walking dead on your feet--bone, blood, body thrombing from sleep deprivation. Thoughts scrambled into fragments of static noise, amplified beyond comprehension. Your action forced, disconnected, remote. Sinking deeper into an unbarable fatigue that just hours ago was mildly painful. If you can remember those nights doc, then you know something about the fatigue, pain and suffering of your IDS, FMS and ME patients. Most of the time we are pushing against that kind of excruiating pain but not because we just completed a marathon schedule or accomplished some superior human feat--instead, we just got out of bed. Can you imagine that doc?" -- DoryJ
Visit Dory and her new website called
"Zipperheads", (www.zipperheads.com).
Zipperheads is a very informative site about Chiari Malformation. Dory's site has everything you need to know about Chiari Malformation including diagnosis, treatment,
doctor's that treat, hospitals, pre and post operative care, etc...
Sham
The Shadow came knocking at my door a few years ago now. At first I did not recognize him, did not let him in. I was soooo sure that the knocks and raps I kept hearing and reacting to were just the down and out person I had become. If you hate yourself and most everything about your life, then you should expect to have some aches and pains that go along with it. Part of the "beating yourself up" process, or so I thought. The knocks came closer and closer, and louder and louder as time went by. Why? What the (....) is this repetitive rapping? What does it want with me? I have finally picked myself up out of the dumps (thanks Dr. C.!) , but this thing still beckons me, almost non-stop now. Finally I can ignore the raps no more; I let in the Shadow.
Click on the picture to visit Shams beautiful website to read the rest of her touching story about this devastating disease
Message me on ICQ if you would like to contribute your story to this page.
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