That's a great poem, @doadeer
I'm fortunate at the moment, as the most recent broaching of the It's All In Your Head gambit was headed off by finally getting my promised MRI from last January - whilst they were at it in the multidisciplinary meeting, they pulled an old 'normal' hip x-ray and have now discovered I have multiple sites of bursitis in hip, ankles, feet and toes. All part of the Psoriatic arthritis, apparently - it's attacking them as well as the tendons. And the hypermobility/EDS. But we tend not to speak about that, as the PsA is more interesting for them.
I have a feeling that I've scared them off the 'sometimes nerves forget to switch off' story for the time being. I blame my grandmother for the clipped, stupidly posh voice that comes out at such moments.
'Does this hurt?'
'Not particularly, no. If you leave the fibro trigger points alone and poke at the entheses instead, however, you'll get a slightly more animated respons-OWW! Yes, there.'
'The problem is that sometimes the nerves...'
'Is that strictly relevant when it's only coming from whatever particular joint has swollen up to three times its usual size and stops hurting the moment I've had a bloody great needle shoved into it a steroid injection?'
'It's useful for people to try a little exercise when they're largely immob - '
'Oh, I've got my FitBit reports here. Would you like to see them?'
'How did you get on with your physio appointments?'
'I clicked on the link they sent me. And when they called to check if I'd watched it, they were very nice. It must be hard for them to only be able to tell people to watch something on YouTube'.
(Yes, I know I sound like a dick. A posh dick - for which I blame my grandmother, as it's certainly not my voice coming from my mouth at the time).
I really, really miss the gym. Lovely warm water, nice and safe weights machines, the rowing machine - no hyperextension, no subluxing, no bastarding foot and ankle pain, aircon, headphones on and zoned out. I just have to keep going long enough after work to be able to make it back there after lockdown ends, as at present, I'm dragging myself through the door none and a half hours after I left in the morning and planting myself firmly on the sofa until bedtime. After DP has cracked my back straight again, naturally.