Fibromyalgia. My thorn has a name. I don’t really feel as if I have more power over the thing. This is my official diagnosis.
It’s not the type of condition for which there is a definitive test. It’s the last option after everything else is ruled out. The good news is that I finally saw the rheumatologist, after 3.5 months of messing with insurance. The bad news is the future is a mess of therapies (drug, physical, and mental) stretching out endlessly before me. The strategy: keep trying until something works.