If you ever wanted an excuse to be allergic to exercise, Mast Cell Activation Syndrome and Fibromyalgia are your friends.

Desperate for answers I employed a friend to follow me to this giant diagnostic hospital for answers. My family physician thought it would be time for me to visit a Rheumatologist. Considering the options that I was running out of, I opted for the closest facility.

Neat fact, I should have opted to be dumped at the front door, because just getting to where we needed to be in that building I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I do have to say, my friend opted to get me a wheelchair, but I’m a little stubborn about resorting to that when my legs aren’t broken, they just hurt ALOT. By the time we got to the waiting area, I have nothing left in my reserves, exertion of any sort would make me sleep for days. I wanted to cut off my feet they hurt so bad. When I would get overheated, I couldn’t breathe, I’d break out in a weird rash, sweats, EVERYTHING on my body HURT. I was lucky if I wasn’t having Parkinson’s like tremoring, and walking with all the physical pain on top of the random neurological symptoms was HARD. I was 40 at this time, (before my actual dementia diagnosis I believe) and I’m hunched over with a dementia type gait, because my nervous system has had ENOUGH, I’m shuffling around like I’m 80-90 yrs. old like I’d lived my best life already, I’m just getting started!

I got to visit the doctor along with my huge 4″ binder file that was forwarded to them before I even attended the facility. I was sent for random testing, then the Rheumatologist walks in starts poking me, and talking with me, and EVERYTHING she touched hurt. Oh…you have Fibromyalgia. Oh great, I thought to myself. This doctor quickly leaves the room and informs me I’m to see another person at another facility in an hour. “ANOTHER DIAGNOSIS, that people think is a load of total nonsense”, I thought to myself. (I only had a few believers in my small circle of loved ones that I was even ill at all.) I used to be one of those people that didn’t believe Fibromyalgia was a thing. In a few short minutes I was ever so sorry for EVER thinking that way, because when you look at people with chronic illness, sometimes YOU HAVE NO IDEA there’s anything wrong, and now I WAS ONE OF THOSE PATIENTS, talk about eating a HUGE PIECE OF HUMBLE PIE.

Clarification is needed at this moment in time. Apparently when your brain shrinks and you start to have pain issues like I have, your brain is the central (computer) of your nervous system. It runs all of the things, including the nervous system that is all those tiny wires that go all the way to your fingertips, toes, and in your skin. Well, when they get mad…. you’re just done. Just sleep is what my neurologist had told me. The only thing that will make it calm down is to hit the reset button on your personal computer (brain) so it’s time you sleep. Let me tell you, SLEEP was my OTHER hobby already, but the guy isn’t lying. (Note: When I mean sleep, I was taking naps throughout the day, because I had some insane insomnia at night, I was not actually getting a full 8 hours of restful sleep a night and that IS WAY MORE IMPORTANT than napping.) Later on, I would figure out that sleep is a big deal when you are basically experiencing neurological pain and neuroinflammatory processes, but I wouldn’t learn that for a long time later.

Back to the whole big diagnostic hospital event…. they sent me to see the actual REAL NURSE RATCHED in the flesh. At least that’s what my friend and I named her. I sat in front of this woman, as she spoke down to me like I WAS SEEKING MEDS. I had already told her my journey, and shared with her I WAS ALLERGIC to all said NARCOTICS, and ALL I WANT IS MY LIFE BACK, and explained to her, that I NEVER SIT STILL until I got sick. I WANT MY LIFE BACK without the drugs! This woman for real, asked me straight up, “Have you tried YOGA?!” I don’t remember the colorful things that followed but I did sum it up, we are wasting each other’s time and left. I WAS SO ALLERGIC TO HER JABBER, I just wanted to go home.

“People with fibromyalgia experienced significant pain and fatigue in the exercising muscle during recovery from low-intensity and short-duration resistance exercise, with greater pain during concentric contractions.” states the PubMed website.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/37384640/

Observational Study posted about Localized Pain and Fatigue During Recovery From Submaximal Resistance Exercise in People With Fibromyalgia

The stress just made me hurt worse, and I was over the day, and so was my friend to be honest. Obviously, that physician isn’t aware that Mast Cell Activation Syndrome makes you ALLERGIC to exercise and physical exertion. (Little did I know that basically, Fibromyalgia gave you the same symptoms after exertion too.) I guess I feel as though our medical system is flawed because when new illnesses are identified there should be some type of education about it, and there is. Some people receive it, others do not, that goes for both patients and physicians; there’s a disconnect. However, it’s the free will of the physicians you employ on whether or not they choose to continue to educate themselves and indulge in educating you in the illnesses you are diagnosed with. In this particular experience, I received a diagnosis with no education, then sent to Nurse Ratched to ask me if I had tried yoga, with no backstory or education as to why I needed it, or the benefits to it and the diagnosis I had just received a few hours before. I was confused, tired, angry, and in excruciating pain, just to make the trip and the walk into these facilities to see these people.

Remember, physicians can be hired and fired too, and you can get second opinions. Just because you have seen one doesn’t always mean you take their word as the written word of some saint in a book like the Bible. Trust your instincts and will to live!

Looking back on this experience, it was the start of when I began educating myself. In hindsight, I just got so mad that I still knew nothing when I left. Indirectly, it sent me into a domino effect of healing. First, I started reading, that was neurological stimulation even if I read only one paragraph a day, if you know, you know that brain fog is no joke. This in turn exercised my brain just enough to remain in the real world long enough to continue to strive for another few paragraphs the next day, until I was reading solidly again. Second, I did figure out that any type of exercise is better than no exercise, whether its walking in a pool, doing a sauna, just light stretching, or yoga, or simply going grocery shopping it stimulates oxygen in the brain and that was particularly important for my central nervous system. Do I exercise? NO, but I did force myself to remain as active as my body would allow, and even now I still overdo it, and have to sleep for a day or two. Has the pain improved? Absolutely! It doesn’t happen overnight, but out of pure stubbornness you got to start somewhere, right? I did.