It has been quite a long time since I have written. I wanted to keep up a steady stream of posts, but life got in the way. I figured I would start posting again partly because it helps to get out some frustrations, but also because reading others’ comments and posts helps me immensely.
I recently attempted to obtain my CDL in order to drive a school bus. I was quite excited about the prospect and it took a lot of hoop-jumping to take my permit test. I passed, with flying colors! But, my application for my permit was put on hold due to medical paperwork. My doctors had to fill out three forms stating what conditions I had (Fibro, etc.), the medications I am taking, and if he thought these medications would interfere with my ability to drive a commercial vehicle. Well, guess what? Even after a week of classroom training, 2 drug tests, a physical, and a tank and a half of gas (driving around for all this paperwork), I can’t continue or receive my permit because of my Tramadol! The one medication I am unwilling to give up because of how much it helps me is preventing me from obtaining a better-paying job. Just another hiccup, but another reason why I need to try and accept what I have because… it is going to affect everything!!!
I don’t take Tramadol every day. Actually I take it about 3 times a week. That is not a lot by any means. I am aware that I am lucky in that respect, but taking only 3 pills a week is not because I’m not in pain. It is because I don’t want my body to become accustomed to the medication and because I feel like I can do anything on it (maybe this is why I am not allowed to drive a school bus 😉 “Oh yeah, of course I can lift this bus off the train tracks! I can do anything. I am Tramadol Girl!”
Anyway, it has been quite a struggle to accept I have a disability. I still haven’t ever said that word out loud. I feel I am normal and just have my times when I am “sick”. I get frustrated very easily and constantly wonder why I can’t…
-Go out for drinks after working 8 hours
-Go shopping all day
-Lift boxes, climb ladders, and basically put my body through hell and NOT have to pay for it the next day
-Shovel the driveway without worrying about the pain I’ll be in
I would like to keep up with my posts and continue to write more. Please comment or ask questions. Writing about the daily stresses of having Fibro helps me and others like me. I had someone ask me if there is a surgery for Fibro. I said “I wish”, but I actually just wish there was a clear cut and answer as to why, then we can talk about possible “cures”.