I've Got A Case Of The Pity-Mes

I'm sitting here looking at 2 tickets for the Springsteen concert at Giants stadium, Section 120, that I purchased on 6/1, that went unused last night. It's joining a growing collection of other tickets/invites that went unused because, when the day of the event finally arrived, I wasn't well enough to go. Whatever this thing I have is, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, MS, or the newest opinion, peripheral neuropathy, it's ruining my life and making it impossible to commit to anything ahead of time, not to mention the lost money spent on events never attended. Last night's tickets cost $235. Within the next month, I have two family weddings and my class reunion.
I saw a new specialist, a neurologist, last week and had some tests; still waiting for the results. Meanwhile, it looks like another weekend spent in bed, hoping I can accumulate enough rest to make it through the next work week, which is not really how this undiagnosed malady works because, no matter how much rest I get, I never feel rested. I'm in constant pain, from my toes, feet, hands, fingers to even my mouth and tongue. I'm down to eating only soft foods because anything else hurts my mouth. My head hurt so much the other day, I took one of my husband's migraine pills.
On the days this past week I worked a full day, I went directly to bed each night. This is no way to live. I'm praying that this new doctor will be able to help me.