CHAPTER THREE OF MY FMS JOURNAL

FYBROMYALGIA... FMS..... It felt good to give this pain a name. I learned a lot from the info my daughter got off the internet and printed out for me. Now I needed to find a doctor that knew what he was talking about. From what I read they were few and far between. This was 1995.

I can't remember how or from where, but I got the phone number for a group here in Calgary that specialized in FMS. It was a support and exercise group. I called and registered. It was pretty pricy but I thought that it was worth it if it helped. My husband would never have given me the money so I borrowed it from my mother.

By this time I was only working part-time, only till 11 AM when the pain got to the point where I couldn't concentrate on my work at all. After a short time working part-time I had to quit altogether because no sooner would I get to work than the pain would get so bad I couldn't do anything useful.

Now I was unemployed. Totally dependant on a husband that made me dependant even when I was working. He'd been taking my pay cheques for years and had given me a bit of spending money. Now that I wasn't bringing home anything I wasn't getting any money to spend either. I had to beg for anything I got, which was very little. The stress of my marriage was making me sick, too, I know it now. But then again, that's a whole different story.