OK, maybe the title of the post is a little misleading, but I think that some of you guys can probably relate to how I feel. For so many years I was told my problems were all in my head. My doctor flat out told my mother that I was a hypochondriac and not to indulge me (when I was younger). That doctor had all the info at his fingers, all the seemingly unconnected symptoms that together make up a textbook list of fibro symptoms. And all the times that I complained about my heart, he never even ordered a single test. I finally left him when I got a new insurance that he didn't take. It was the best thing that could've happened. I went into the new docs office with a list of everything that bothered me, no matter how stupid or unrelated it seemed. I figured he should know right off the bat that he was dealing with a hypochondriac! Instead I read him a list of symptoms to some illness that I had never heard of (fibro, which is now all I ever talk about, read about, etc.). This doc sent me to specialists to look into every little complaint I had. He sent me to the greatest cardiologist who diagnosed me with MVP and after having me wear an event monitor for 2 weeks, sinus tachycardia. My heart beats so fast. Everyone always told me that I was just a nervous person, that I over react to everything, that I was a big baby. I feel so vindicated to have a team of medical professionals standing behind telling everyone in my life "This girl is really sick and you guys have been torturing her, her entire life". It is not all in my head. It is so nice that people finally believe me. So while it stinks that I don't have an illness that a round of antibiotics could take care of, I'm so happy that people finally believe that I'm ill. Is that crazy?