We spend half of our lives immobile and unconscious on the top of a mattress, on a couch, in a chair, or maybe comfortably on the floor snuggling next to a pet. That part is obvious. The not so obvious part, though, is why?
In the past 21 years, I’ve seen probably 10-15 different specialists, gone to the doctor more than twice per year, had unexplainable symptoms, and had someone think I was a hypochondriac. It’s really a dreadful situation because I’m not the type of person to exaggerate things or make up stories for attention. Actually, the less attention I get, the better.
So why is it that after years and years of going to the doctor, I was no closer to the answers than the doctors were to believing me? Or to listening?