Fibromyalgia Syndrome

It's July, 2003.

For some time I had felt sick. I ignored it, thinking it would go away; Classic denial. Deep down I knew something was vitally wrong. I experienced flu-like symptoms and a host of other wonderful things every day. Drinking on the weekends helped to mask them so I took to drinking too much on weekend nights with my friends. We would drink and dance the nights away, blissfully unaware that my life was soon to change forever.

Life was good. I had a great job I loved, lived in a small community that I was in love with, had a nice circle of friends who were all single and loving it like myself. How could things go wrong?

Finally I got so sick in December of 2003 I couldn't go to work. I made an appointment with the Doctor, who promptly diagnosed me with having a prostate infection, despite no evidence to back this up. He put me on anti-biotics, which didn't help at all. I kept going back, and kept going back. He got sick of seeing me. Finally I switched Doctors because I was going nowhere.

After a battery of tests they could find very little wrong with me. I began to think I was going crazy. I was sicker than ever and had no clue why. I was getting desperate.

I started doing research on the Internet about my symptoms, which were many. I came up with a lot of different diseases that fit the classification, but eliminated them one by one until only one was left - FMS - Or - Fibromyalgia Syndrome. A disease that strikes mainly women, but is probably greatly under diagnosed in men due to it's being thought of as a "woman’s disease".