For my friends suffering from Fibromyalgia, this blog is dedicated to one woman’s trials and triumphs (big or small) fighting this curious disease.
I went back to the homeopath, the one that “I’m Not That Simple” is about. Joyful, right? Well.
First thing he says to me is “Ella. You look better.” I got this feeling inside that I was about to have the most wonderful experience of my entire life. Really. I’m being serious.
No I’m not. First, he did the same thing that annoyed me last time (which I could say about a hundred things, so I’ll be specific). He read out every symptom I have, and asked me if I still have each one.
Me: We can just skip this, I feel exactly the same.
Dr: Exactly the same?
Dr: But you look better.
Me: I tanned.
Dr: You have more color in your face.
Me: Because I tanned.
Dr: So you still have the head aches?
Dr: And they still start in the morning?
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