I told my husband, "Just like most people with meds for depression, etc., I take my dosage, feel stronger, and suddenly, I think I can magically reduce the dosage. It never works. TEN YEARS of trying and it doesn't work."
Somehow, connecting with other people who have this disease has been beyond-enlightening. I can't run for the door quite as easily. Their own descriptions of personal episodes with Addison's disease sure sound as if I am in the room with them. It is TOO FAMILIAR. It is a health mirror. Meeting "my own kind" sure has been a big dose of reality.
I guess the doctors and their extensive testing from long ago are still correct: I have Addison's.