It was a bittersweet call in many ways. I cried when I hung up the phone. But I'm not sure what the tears were really for. I'm already getting treatment for a number of issues going on surrounding the EDS and likely dysautonomia (that one hasn't officially been diagnosed, but again, we've been treating it as such). And I've known what it was for years. Now it's as real as it can be. And I'm going to fight that much harder to make sure that it doesn't change my life for the worse.
EDS, you can bite me. Real life, we're gonna win this one!