I Fail at Having Diagnosable Issues

So this is a departure from normal blogging style to just talk about medical tests for a minute. Because I've had a lot of them.

You all know about my fibro diagnosis and that whole process. It involved like... seriously a billion tests. Seriously. And all were negative. Every. Single. One. Which is good -- don't get me wrong. It's good. I'm glad. But it's frustrating when the answer is always "nope, it's not that. *shrug."

During that process, I had ultrasounds, cat scans, bloodwork, celiac tests, a colonoscopy, and even heart tests. Fibro is weird and the symptoms are all over the place, hence the randomness of the tests.

Anyway, since then, I've had a lot more tests as other new things have come up. More heart tests (the echocardiogram is super cool, honestly), more bloodwork, and so on.

Most recently, the doctor thought that, unrelated to any of that, my gallbladder was probably crapping out on me because I'm in my mid-30s and female, and that tends to happen. So I just had more bloodwork, an abdominal ultrasound, and a HIDA scan. And I haven't paid for those yet and I am NOT looking forward to that bill.

And all those tests were negative. So again, that's great news. But I am gonna pay a butt load for finding that out, and my issues end up being "just random pain that isn't serious."

So this post is really just kind of an update, a little bit of a rant, and ... I don't know. If you're going through similar testing/undiagnosable issues, I guess I feel your pain in a way. And if you need to rant or talk, just message me. That's it =)

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