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Anonymous
>>319503 I went to a rheumatologist once I figured out what I had. It's funny... I got my blood tested weekly once I realized I was sick and dying. Nobody could properly diagnose me. They all just said, "Yup, your enzyme levels are fucked up.... Why don't you come in next week for another follow-up test?" This went on for 6 months. I became friends with the lady that drew my blood.
I got to the point where I realized I probably wouldn't live through the next few months if I didn't figure out what was going on. I spent a week indoors, researching on Google. I finally figured out what I had.
So I went to a rheumatologist, who confirmed my diagnosis and gave me treatment. I asked him about permanent damage. He pretty much was just like, "Well, who knows. It depends. Maybe you do, maybe you don't."
Oh yeah, and this whole time I was in excruciating pain. Every second of my life was more painful than anything I've ever been through. No doctors would give me painkillers. They were like, "Oh, gee, I don't feel comfortable doing that..." I shopped around, went to like 10 doctors, but nobody would help me.
So I went out on the street and started buying heroin. I don't regret this decision. I would've put a bullet through my brain if I didn't get painkillers. I do regret that it took me 2 years to quit.
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