Hi Followers and Watchers!
I know, I know, it's been forever (about three months and a half) since I last wrote in my journal. Well, there is not much news. I am back to making miniatures, as you probably already saw it in my gallery. I am also trying a new treatment to try controlling the fibromyalgia better. I tried that treatment a few years ago and it was working well at the beginning, but then I began having memory loss and the likes when we began raising the doses of the medication when it began making less effects, so I had to stop in order to keep my mind whole. But, since my condition has not been improving (quite the contrary actually) and since the pain is just becoming worst, I decided to give that treatment another try. We've (the doctors and I) tried so many things, there is just not much else to do. they won't give me pain medication for when I have huge pain strikes/crisis, which drives me crazy because they KNOW I'm not the kind of person to exaggerate on such substances. Oh well... I won't begin on that road, you probably don't want to hear how angry I am at the health system here in Quebec.
So, new treatment, yeah. Began a few days ago. I feel funny, not in a good way, but I have to endure that for at least a couple of weeks, to give a chance to the side effects to lessen some. I have to persist and stay focused. If the treatment works, I should be able to rebuild my muscles and have a better life quality. I have dreams I wish to see come to life and I am not getting any younger. I want to go back to school and FINALLY get my diploma. I am very close to it. I had to stop school a few years ago after going back to the adult education center, my health just was not good enough to handle all the walking and I could not concentrate because I was in too much pain. That and I was intimidated by a nasty girl; she would kick my cane while I was passing by her, trying (and sometimes succeeding in) to make me fall. She was stupid, I know, but since I was intimidated when I was younger, it brought back many bad feelings and I just did not want to have to deal with those in my adult years. This time I had the choice. So, I began correspondence courses, but I could not concentrate any more than I could at school. The pain was just too much, along with the extreme fatigue.
Now if the treatment works, I will be able to take control back onto my life. Wish me luck, my friends, because this pretty much is my last hope.