This last week or so, I have been round another loop of will I won’t I get a diagnosis. Is there a fix? What have I got? What does this mean? I’ve wound up with half a diagnosis of something that makes no real difference, and sent back round another loop of specialists again for the mystery guest condition.
If I could have one perfect gift this week, I would ask for a magic wand. I would magic myself a diagnosis, and I would then also make it one that had a fix. I would enchant a way of making myself feel better, making my life more normal, making things more like they used to be before.
I know this isn’t very likely however. So I will settle for going around another round of blood tests and poking and prodding and being made to feel like a medical oddity, or a tiresome mystery, hoping and praying that this time we get an answer, and it’s something that can be managed. I want to feel better so badly, and this recent round of diagnosis but no diagnosis has left me a little bit heartbroken. I would love, so badly to not feel like this again.
Failing that, I would like a pair of cashmere socks. Winter is heading our way, and I think toasty soft toes might be nice :o)
