It all came tumbling down

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Trigger warning: This post could be triggering to some, please read with caution.

I am in a bit of a dark place right now. I am crying a bit as I write this but I need to get it out. I am really having a hard time right now. More so than I ever would have imagined. The car accident has really affected me in more ways then I could ever really have realized. I have become depressed, anxious and having panic attacks, all things that I really thought I had put behind me, that I had gotten under control and then even seemed to have pretty much disappeared. I have been doing so well, even through some pretty rough and tough times. I have been off medication years and not having many symptoms of anxiety and none of depression at all.

Well, it all came crashing down the day before yesterday when I was driving on my way into work in Bridgetown (I will get into that later in the post more) and I will admit I have been nervous since the accident and even to the point of crying or shaking a little bit while driving. I have had nightmares and just your typical nervousness or anxiety after an accident, or so I thought. We picked up the rental on Tuesday (a week ago) and I drove it to Digby with Eddie in the car with me to get a coffee for him than home. I drove him into work Wednesday and drove back and was nervous but nothing major, at least I don’t think. Mom picked me than him up that night cause I accidentally locked myself out of the car and house.

Thursday I had to work at 9:15 or 9:45 I can’t remember. I left about an hour early and was going down the old highway. At some point, while driving I remember thinking about the accident and I started crying. I am not sure why, hitting deer around here is quite common and there are always ones along the road along with skunks, raccoon, porcupines and sometimes bears. You see it all the time. Lots of drivers hit deer and while you feel bad about it (it’s not my first time) you get your car fixed and you move on. If you have injuries they heal and you move on. For some reason though this really bothered me that the dear walked away injured.

Department of Natural Resources said they don’t try to do anything if they wander back into the woods they just leave them be, let nature take its course. Makes sense I guess. I just can’t get the sight of the deer standing in front of me staring straight at me out of my mind though or the feel of the car hitting it. I didn’t see it coming. I never saw it to the left of me at all. I did not see it till it was standing still in front of me caught in the headlights as its head turned towards me.

So anyways, on Thursday this crossed my mind a few times as I was driving and I found tears rolling silently down my cheek which progressed to light sobs, all the way into work. I got there, parked, wiped the tears off my cheeks, took a deep breath and walked from the parking lot into work. It was bitter cold. So I figured the redness in my face could be explained by the cold or maybe I didn’t even really think about it. I’m not sure.

Work went okay. I was really sore and had a hard time getting up onto my chair and my abdomen and hip were really hurting. By 5 o’clock I was glad to be heading home and was exhausted. I had been asked to work in Annapolis the next day. They needed someone and my manager, aware I was sore and tired thought it might be better. So I left for home and it was almost dark by then, just a little bit of light left. All the way home I kept seeing things everywhere and I was really nervous and jumpy and again found myself half sobbing all the way home.

Friday I worked 1-5 in Annapolis. I will admit I was excited to work in a new branch and to learn some new things. I took Eddie to work for about 10, he worked at 11 but wanted to be early. I had 3 hours to kill and was hungry but didn’t want breakfast at McDonalds so I drove the short distance out to Point Prim Lighthouse and walked to few feet needed to just be able to see the lighthouse, the ocean, the cliffs and Victoria beach across Digby Gut.

I had been feeling pretty down since the accident and even before that ever since the aftermath of having my toothttps://storyboutagirl.org/photography/point-prim-lighthouse-april-14-2019/h pulled. I had so much anxiety about getting it pulled and then everything that happened after just increased my anxiety overall. So I was thinking the view before heading to work would cheer me up a bit and the fresh cold wintery air might just help me feel a bit better.

I left there, got food and headed to Annapolis taking my time. I was fine through the 50 & 60 km areas. But after getting on the highway as I got up to 70, 80, 90 and closer to 100 I started shaking and feeling really anxious again. I drove as far as Smith’s cove and got off the highway onto the old road, that part’s mostly 50, 60 & 70 km and the road is windy. So I went slow and my anxiety eased a little. Eventually, that ends and you have to go back onto the highway and over the Bear River bridge, I did and then I went off the Deep Brook exit and headed past my place and up the old road into Annapolis. Before I even got past my place I was shaking and crying lightly again. I pushed on and got to Annapolis, parked, dried my eyes and went to work. The way home was much of the same.

The weekend we didn’t go very far. I’m still in a fair bit of pain and really sore all over. I think that the accident has probably caused a Fibromyalgia flare. So I am really in pain pretty much all over. I am suffering from really bad fatigue, I outright feel depressed. I don’t want to do anything or go anywhere. I don’t even really want to leave the house. I think we went out once and it was much the same, anxiety and tears but we got were we were going and made it home.

Fast forward to Monday morning. I was scheduled to work in Bridgetown for 9:45. I started out early about 8:30 because I knew I was anxious and would likely get teary and drive slow. It was much of the same. I got to just before Bridgetown and was driving by a farmhouse with a big tree in the front yard. There was a flock of birds in the branches of the tree and as I drove by they startled and flew in front and over the car. I could see them coming at me and gliding over the top of me and over my hood and in front of the car down low in front of the grill. Well to put it politely it scared the living shit out of me. I thought I heard a clunk. I wasn’t sure if I hit anything.

I started screaming, and then crying and shaking all the while still driving at about 85 to 90km on the road. The tears started coming hot and fast, I started sobbing to the point I couldn’t catch my breath. I knew that about half a kilometer or so down the road on the left-hand side just around the bend that I could see that there was a church and a big parking lot and there was no one else on the road. So through my tears, I kept driving and pulled off at the church checking to see no one was coming at me. At this point, the sobs were coming hard and fast and I could barely see. I figured I just needed to pull over, let it out and then calm down and move on. Boy as I ever wrong.

I couldn’t stop sobbing. There were more of the same birds, I think they are called Brewer’s Blackbirds, in the yard of the church and they kept stirring and flying to the trees and back and every time they did I would start sobbing and even screaming all over again. I had put the car in park but it was still running as it was kinda cold and I had the heated seat on. My legs at this point were really tingling and I felt week. I called my mom as I knew at this point I couldn’t drive any further. When sobbing really hard I would close my eyes and I would see the bridge ahead of me (even though it’s 35-40 km away) with the deer between me and the bridge and it stopped and was staring at me as my car bore down on it. I could see look in its eyes, even though I am not even sure I ever did. Maybe that parts just my imagination.

Mom tried to calm me down. I am asthmatic as well and crying, hyperventilating or panicking will often set off an asthma attack as well, so of course, she was concerned. She tried for a few minutes to calm me down and when she couldn’t and I was just hyperventilating worse and worse she asked me where I was. I told her as best I could in between sobs and hyperventilating and she told me that she was coming to get me. At that point my manager called me from Bridgetown (it was still early and I was not late yet), I answered and she asked me what was wrong because  I was still sobbing and still hyperventilating to a point. I tried to explain. I told said my mom was on the other line. She said she would hang up but for me to text her when I was okay.

Only I never was okay. It just got worse and worse. Mom and Dad climbed in the truck and kept the phone on speaker and headed out towards me but they were at best 50 minutes away. I was getting worse and could barely feel my legs and my fingers were going tingly. At this point, while trying to talk to me in which I was only responding in between screams, sobs, etc with one or two words or even grunts, she and dad decided to hang up and call 911. While they were on the phone with 911 I had managed to hit the hazard lights on the car and I turned it off because I couldn’t find the hand brake, thankfully it was only a button to turn it off and after a few tries, it worked.

Apparently an ambulance going back to its base in Bridgetown went by me (I didn’t notice) and they thought it looked off and were in the process of turning around just down the street when they actually got the call from 911 to go back to the church. So they there pretty quick after mom called. I had hit the unlock button as things were starting to get bad just in case I passed out thankfully. They got there parked and came out. There were two of them, a young guy named Travis and a young woman named Emily. Travis climbed in the passenger side beside me and Emily came around the driver’s side to my window which either Travis or I got rolled down, not even sure which.

They tried for what felt like hours but which they told me later was about 35 minutes to calm me down. At first, I was gasping for air and hyperventilating still and every time I closed my eyes I would see the deer and/or hear the birds and I would start all over again. Slowly they got me calmed down a bit then the birds would fly around or make sound and I would start screaming again. Finally, they got me calmed down enough to get me sitting with my feet outside the car and they brought the stretcher over and I tried to get on it but my legs gave out and Travis leaned forward and caught me. I remember him saying laughingly “okay, you are going to give me a great big hug now and I am going to lift you and guide you to the stretcher”.

After getting me on the stretcher they got me in the ambulance and hooked up to the heart rate monitor, blood pressure cuff and oxygen monitor. My heart rate when they got me in there was in the high 160s, my respiration was in the high 30’s/low 40’s and my oxygen was in the low 90s. They showed me each of them and told me where we needed to get them and that I had control and that with their help I could get them back where they should be. They tried some breathing techniques which were starting to work but then I would hear the birds outside again and start to panic again. They were concerned about my heart rate and said it was tachycardic so they did an EEG which also showed the same thing but showed nothing else wrong.

Emily climbed in the front and started driving and Travis stayed in the back with me and continued to try and get me calmed down. We both watched as my heart rate and respirations climbed and my oxygen dropped as she picked up speed so he called into the doctor who told them to turn off the lights and slow down as he figured that was adding to my anxiety after that Travis was able to really talk to me and calm me down and I was doing a lot better by the time they got me there. They took me through triage and got me in a wheelchair and by then mom was there and I was put out in the waiting room.

We ended up waiting for quite a while (not uncommon even coming in via ambulance, still have to be triaged as someone walking in could still be sicker). Finally, we saw the doctor. I explained everything that happened that morning and over the last few days since the accident and about the accident itself and about everything that happened with my tooth and also about my history of depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. He diagnosed me with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) and gave me a prescription for Ativan for 10 days and suggested I see a counselor and that I follow up with my family doctor as soon as possible.

He also figured I would benefit from being put back on some medication for depression and anxiety but thought it would be more beneficial for my family doctor who knows my history and what drugs have worked in the past to be the one who prescribed them. He gave me a note for that day and the next but suggested I take more time off work and to talk to my family doctor about how long, but said he did not think I should be driving right now or working at the moment either. He was concerned about how I would be able to handle difficult customers, difficult situations and the impact it would have on my mental health at the moment.

While waiting to see the doctor at the ER my mom called my family doctor’s office in Halifax as she had to go up there yesterday to see a doctor in the same office for something so she wanted to see if she could get me in and bring me up. He just happened to be on call yesterday and she was told to call back in the morning. So we headed up to Halifax yesterday morning. She gave me a half of one of her Ativan as we had not filed the prescription for mine yet and wanted to talk to my doctor first. The way up was hard. I really had a hard time but Dad came with us as well and was in the back seat of the truck and they did their best to distract me and we stopped a lot so I could get out and move around.

My doctor also agreed that I was suffering from what he called a post-traumatic adjustment disorder which appears to be similar but not quite the same. He also suggested seeing a psychologist and also agreed that I should not be working at the moment due to the stress and my overall mental health from not just the accident but all the stuff leading up to it such as my uncle’s death in October, the tooth extraction which as he said in itself for me is super traumatic as I have a phobia of dentists and dental procedures and when I was forced to go due to the crown falling out and then having such a horrible extraction and then the experiences after it with the dry socket, infections, swelling and nerve injury and then the car accident and my fear of driving and getting into moving vehicles.

He really figured I should get a grip on it before going back to work. He also said the same thing as the other doctor about how I would react to stress at work such as issues with a client or difficult situations and thinks that I should be off until at least after Christmas to give myself some time to get situated with counseling and seeing a psychologist. He did not prescribe me anything which was something I was really hoping he was. I really feel I need something to help cope. Something to help with the depression and anxiety and maybe even help inadvertently with the pain from fibromyalgia as a lot of the same medications are prescribed.

However, he said that he felt and that it has been proven that medications don’t usually help for these “situational” depressions, anxieties and panic attacks. He didn’t really seem to take into consideration my history at all. Which is of Depression, anxiety and panic disorder both as well as Agoraphobia which I managed to overcome years ago and have had no issues with. He suggested as well that I get into physio and get assessed for my injuries from the accident as I was really sore and tender and he thought I had some soft tissue injuries that needed to be addressed.

I will admit I have had no outright suicidal thoughts. Nothing serious as thinking about doing it or how to do it, etc. I have however had some pretty dark thoughts about worst-case scenarios of what could have happened with the accident, which I am sure would happen to a lot of people. I have even caught myself wishing at times that I had died or at the very least sometimes I just wish I could disappear and not have to worry about anything. Does that mean I wish myself dead? I don’t really know. I think more just that I was thinking along the lines of just not having to deal with all this and not having to worry about anything more so than dying or killing myself.

It concerns me some but I have talked to my doctor, who honestly just brushed over it as being situational and my parents who are more concerned and my husband who is more concerned as well. I am not suicidal. I would not do anything. I would never put them through that. I am however concerned about my mental health and I am in a bit of a dark place right now…

First day back

I did okay today, my first day back since being sick and getting in the accident on Saturday. I have to say I had some anxiety about the drive, especially the drive home in the dark. I will admit the drive there involved some tears. I was really anxious and every bump I hit caused the tears to just roll down my face and I was questioning whether or not I was ready to go back or still too soon after the accident but I was okay once I got there and got out of the car. I stopped in Annapolis Royal for something to bring with me for lunch and a bit of a break from the car. After that, I got back in and drove the rest of the way to Bridgetown.

The day went by fairly fast and other than having issues getting up on the task chair at my wicket (I work in a bank) and just some pain and soreness from being up and moving around a lot for the first time since either being sick or the accident, I made out okay. Now I am cuddled up on the couch under my heated blanket, watching TV, writing this and waiting for 9:30 to come along when I have to go get Edward at work. I think I am more anxious about that than anything because the last time I picked him up at 10 is when I hit the deer and I am terrified of it happening again. This area has so many deer and they are really bad at night. Almost every night we see them especially at certain times of the year. We have black bears as well, no moose thankfully but big raccoons and porcupines as well.

My anxiety has been getting the best of me lately. Not to the point that I feel I need help or medication but just to the point where it’s a bit of an annoyance as I get anxious or panic over stupid stuff. Stuff I know I have no control over and just need to not worry about. If they are going to happen they are going to happen kinda thing. I am going to keep an eye on it. Not really a fan of being medicated for my anxiety or depression, I would much rather talk to someone or go to therapy, sometimes talking helps a lot.

On my way home I was okay. I kept thinking about how dark it was and how easy it would be for something to run out in front of me, but nothing did. It’s just my subconscious’ reminder to keep on the lookout I guess or an over-reactive imagination maybe? Who knows.

I stopped on the way at the store in Cornwallis (a decommissioned navy base I live next too) at the mall and YMCA and noticed as I drove up that there were a lot of people outside and just inside the doors. Then I saw one of the girls that work in the store and knew something was going on. I parked and got out and as I approached a guy said everything was closed for the moment. I never did get the pizza I meant to pop in the oven. Guess I’m gonna have to find something else for supper

I left and went home and got changed and as I was doing that I could hear sirens and a fire truck go by. Not sure exactly what happened but hope it’s not anything too serious, a false alarm or something maybe.

Tomorrow I am actually working at the branch of my bank in Annapolis Royal from 1 to 5 pm. I have been wanting for a long time to get into some other branches. I like the variety and since it is even closer to me then my main branch works out well. Plus as my manager said for tomorrow it would mean a shorter shift and not as far to drive since I am still sore. She’s been wanting to get me into other branches as well. I like the idea of floating around where needed. Honestly, I do. Maybe one day it will get tiring but for right now I really do like the variety of it. So I am excited about that

How fibromyalgia affects other illnesses and injuries

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Fibromyalgia & Oseoarthritis

One thing I have noticed over the years since being diagnosed in my early 20’s with fibromyalgia is that it tends to intensify everything else that is going on. Whether it is a psych issue such as anxiety or depression, a physical issue such as osteoarthritis or a disease such as type 2 diabetes, fibromyalgia seems to make dealing with them so much harder. I have learned a lot over the years about my chronic illnesses but there are times when they still take me by surprise and times when I wish things could go back to the days before any of this started affecting me. If there ever really was such days. Honestly, I can’t really remember a time that I didn’t get sick easily or injured easily. Even as a child I had strep throat and ear infections constantly. I caught everything going around from rubella as a baby to chickenpox to scarlet fever mumps, measles, and hand, foot, and mouth among others. I’m surprised I didn’t have the plague to be absolutely honest.

I am very prone to injury. I am not sure if this is just because I am clumsy or if it is more related to the fact that people with fibromyalgia seem to be more prone to falls. One study mentioned on WebMD suggests that this is because people with fibromyalgia tend to have balance issues. We apparently score worse on balance tests than people who don’t have fibromyalgia. It also mentions that the number of medications had no relationship with the scores but as we take more medications typically it can’t be ruled out. Not sure how they came up with that one…

In the early years of my diagnosis, my balance seemed to be pretty good. I really didn’t have many issues. Over the years, however, my balance has really declined. I started suffering about 10 years ago with severe bouts of vertigo that would render me immobile. This seems to come and go. Remittent and recurring it seems.

When I am injured either due to a fall or impact or something else I tend to heal a lot slower them most healthy people. Even long before the type 2 diabetes diagnosis, this has been something I have noticed a lot I seem to take two to three times as long as most people I know who are relatively healthy. Sometimes I even start to get better and then easily re-injure myself or if it’s an illness then I seem to get better only to then start getting worse, sometimes even worse than the first time.

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This was the case with my leg the summer before last. One fall caused me to injure my knee and ankle and it took forever to heal. When I was finally starting to feel better I fell again and the second time through the fall was less of an impact (falling in the tub vs a fall downstairs) I was hurt even worse. Then the time I spent on crutches causes a shoulder and wrist injury that took forever to heal and I ended up having to forgo the crutches for a rented wheelchair for over a month. I’m actually still not fully healed. I still have tons of pain from all the injuries almost a year and a half ago. I was diagnosed with Osteoarthritis in my left hip and knee during all this and was sent to a specialist.

It would take both my fingers and toes to count the number of sprains, strains, pulls, tears and even breaks I have had over the years. Even when I was a child actually. They put it down to be being clumsy but honestly looking back I really wasn’t. I have always been careful and paid attention and gone slow. I was never one to rush anything just ask my husband and parents

 

Dermatographia & Rosacea

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I also have two skin conditions known as dermatographia and rosacea. Both are quite common in people with fibromyalgia, comorbid conditions (oddly enough they are not listed in that list) that are often present in people with fibromyalgia. Rosacea primarily affects the face but can affect your chest and neck as well. It causes inflammation and swelling on the cheeks, nose, and forehead. The skin typically looks red and inflamed. Facial flushing is common with rosacea as well as a bumpy look. One of the main causes for me is stress or just being overtired or sick. Any sort of stress causes a flare. With rosacea itself, I do not experience and pain or itchiness typically.

Then there is the second condition dermatographia aka skin writing. This comes and goes for me as well in flares and is usually worse when sick, overtired or stressed. This one causes me a lot of annoyance. My skin is always itchy and dry no matter how much I moisturize it or what moisturizer I use. Most moisturizers actually aggravate it. Anything with feverfew is a no go for me. Typically suggested for rosacea it just makes me miserable. I found this out with Aveeno Ultra Calming lotion. It made my skin crawl for days after using just a little. I was tested for an allergy to it and I do not have one. My dermatologist at the time thought it might be from the dermatographia but was not really sure.

I can skin write. Sometimes very plainly and easily but I don’t because it really makes my symptoms worse and makes me miserable so anytime anyone who finds out I have it asks I refuse to show them typically. It just makes me so uncomfortable and itchy. My diagnosis with it was a weird one: about 3 years ago Eddie and I were trying to get pregnant and as part of the blood work etc, I was diagnosed officially (finally) with type 2 diabetes. During this time they decided it would be best for me to start on insulin right away.

I was put on the fast-acting insulin Humalog. I had a 15-minute appointment with a nurse who showed me how to inject the insulin in my stomach and was provided with a Novopen 3, a box of BD ultrafine pen needles and a script for Humalog and one for test strips. This was my pre-Freestyle Libre days. I was also given a 15 minute consultation with a nutritionist who said I should avoid eating sugar and sugary foods and eat some vegetables (no shit sherlock) and proceeded to provide me with a couple of recipies by email with turned out to be smoothies with a ton of sugar and some sort of protein pancake recipe which my best friend (who is a nutritionist) said was full of carbs and not so good for me.

Once home I started injecting myself at the next meal. Very little info was given on how to bolus for carbs etc. It was just “make your meals each a set number of carbs and use this much insulin at each meal” kind thing. I struggled with it. After about a week I noticed big welts each time I injected. I thought I was doing something wrong. Called them up went back was told I was likely not sticking the needle in far enough (I was, it was a 4mm needle and it was flush with my skin) and told to go to a 5mm needle. So I bought a new box. This did not help.

After injecting my skin around it would become really itchy, inflamed and welted. My dad injects insulin and said this should not be happening. Ocassionally yes if I actually did not get it in all the way and the insulin was too close to the surface but not each and every time. He watched me inject, gave me pointers and still it persisted.

They switched me about 4 times to different types of fast-acting insulin but it still happened. It sometimes would stick around long enough that the next time I would still have an old one. I took pictures and posted them on a facebook group for diabetics and was told no, this should not happen. So off to an allergist I went. She did allergy testing and said I was not allergic to insulin. Instead, she diagnosed me with dermatographia. I could always skin write but had no idea it was a “condition” or not normal.

Type 2 Diabetes & Neuropathy

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As mentioned above I was diagnosed in 2016 with type 2 diabetes and later with associated neuropathy in my hands and feet. Obviously this is a totally unrelated disease but sometimes the two seem to feed off each other for me. Especially the neuropathy. Fibromyalgia seems to make it so much harder to bear at times as I am so sensitive to pain, especially nerve-related pain.

Diabetes itself is not really made worse by fibromyalgia. Fibromyalgia in itself will not cause or make my sugars any higher. That’s mostly diet, lack of exercise and the fact that my body either does not produce enough insulin or can not use the insulin it does produce effectively. One really has nothing to do with the other.

My body must have had issues now for a while though utilizing or producing insulin though because I have been diagnosed with diabetic neuropathy rather early in my diabetes diagnosis. It was only about 8 months before my diagnosis that my doctor suggesting I might be pre-diabetic.

Diabetic neuropathy is caused by high blood sugar injuring your nerves. It can cause a burning sensation (pain) and numbness (tingling) in your hands, legs, and feet. It can cause issues with your digestive tract and urinary tract and issues with your blood vessels and heart.

I have both peripheral neuropathy and autonomic neuropathy. Peripheral neuropathy is what causes the burning sensations, numbness or tingling, loss of sensation, reduced ability to feel pain or temperature changes, muscle weakness, and sharp pains or cramps. loss of reflexes, balance and coordination, ulcers and other serious foot problems and infections. Mine is mild to moderate.

The autonomic nervous system is what controls your stomach and intestines, your heart, bladder, your sex organs, and your eyes. Autonomic neuropathy is when diabetes affects the nerves in these areas. The main symptom for me with this is a lack of awareness when my blood sugar goes low called hypoglycemia unawareness, something else I have been diagnosed with. For some reason, I find fibromyalgia really seems to play havoc with this. Instead of just not knowing when I am low I seem to get false symptoms, high symptoms when I am low and low when I am high, etc. I have no idea what the reasoning behind this is and I can find little to no information on it. However, when I am in a fibro flare this always seems to be much worse.

One of the things I am really looking forward to and really hoping my insurance will cover is the Freestyle Libre 2. Which has added Bluetooth and alarms that push to your phone or reader when you go below a certain blood sugar level. While not a full CGM like Dexcom because you still have to “scan” to get your actual glucose level it will at least alarm you when you are going low so that you can head off an extreme low. This will help with someone like me who doesn’t feel when they are going low or for peace of mind when your diabetic child is sleeping at night and goes low.

My insurance will not cover a Dexcom continuous glucose monitor unless you are type 1. Which I think is antiquated as for one, studies have shown there is actually 5 types of diabetes, something that is becoming widely more accepted.

This sums it up pretty well (source: LiveScience):

  • Cluster 1: Called “severe autoimmune diabetes,” this form is similar to type 1 diabetes. People in this cluster were relatively young when they were diagnosed, and they were not overweight. They had an immune system (autoimmune) disease that prevented them from producing inulin.
  • Cluster 2: Called “severe insulin-deficient diabetes,” this form was similar to cluster 1 — people were relatively young at diagnosis and were not overweight. They were also not producing much insulin. But, crucially, their immune system was not the cause of their disease. People in this cluster “looked for all the world like [they had] type 1” diabetes, but they didn’t have “autoantibodies” that indicate type 1, Wyne said. Researchers aren’t sure why this happens, but people in this group may have a deficiency in the cells that produce insulin.
  • Cluster 3: Called “severe insulin-resistant diabetes,” this form occurred in people who were overweight and had high insulin resistance, meaning their bodies were making insulin, but their cells were not responding to it.
  • Cluster 4: Called “mild obesity-related diabetes,” this form occurred in people who had a milder form of the disease, without as many metabolic problems as those in cluster 3, and they tended to be obese.
  • Cluster 5: Called “mild age-related diabetes,” this form was similar to cluster 4, but the people were older at their age of diagnosis. This was the most common form of diabetes, affecting about 40 percent of people in the study.

So I really hope that they will cover the Freestyle Libre 2 since they cover the original. If Health Canada ever approves it for sale in Canada. Anyway, end rant, so basically the neuropathies cause some major issues and combined with fibromyalgia as well it can be a bit of a nightmare. As with what I mentioned above about injuring my leg last year and then the whole thing with my Wisdom teeth and now what I have gone through the last month with a simple tooth extraction of a tooth with a failed root canal and infection, fibromyalgia can really exacerbate and make things that much worse.

Does it technically do this or does it just feel like it does? I really don’t know. All I know is tons of other people I have talked to with fibromyalgia agree that 1) they usually have multiple comorbid and not comorbid conditions along with it. It’s such a broad diagnosis anyways and 2) that they feel that it worsens their symptoms for other things such as depression and anxiety or other mental disorders as well as many other disorders, diseases, conditions, syndromes, etc.

If you made it to the end of this post I commend you and would offer you a lollipop but I don’t have any