cyberwormxt submitted to burningweird:
see if doctors were actually good at their jobs they would tell you if you are experiencing rectal bleeding from love you are probably not using enough lube. Seriously even I know that.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Top: Orthopedist tells you to see a rheumatologist, rheumatologist tells you to see an orthopedist. Bottom: Lather, rinse, repeat”]
I wish that House hadn’t invented the “diagnostition,” because it’s getting a little old being shuffled from doctor to doctor, and never getting answers.
I told you I was bitter. Submitting-to-chronic-illness-cat bitter.
This has been my life for about 4 years until just now they both gave up on my foot problem.
HAVE YOU SEEN A
upqosammiopqu submitted to burningweird:
Hello I’m Sammi. You’re an amazing individual - you’re certain to find somebody who deserves somebody as wonderful as you. Nobody should be lonely or bullied, and self forgiveness is so important. You are a part of this amazing world and I want to help you understand it. If you’re feeling upset or if you’re suffering then please communicate with me either through facebook (Pertokeyo Fanciful) or MSN pertokeyo@btinternetDOTcom. I’ll listen without prejudice and promise to see your individuality.
Hello person who must go in the suicide tag (since I put the trigger warning on that post) and try to talk people out of suicide!
Thanks for not even bothering to realize the ENTIRE CONTEXT OF MY BLOG which you could have probably gotten from the fucking sidebar.
I fucking hate people like this. NO. YOU DO NOT CARE. YOU HAVE NEVER SPOKEN TO ME BEFORE, YOU CAN’T EVEN BE ASSED TO READ THE SIDEBAR OF MY BLOG AND FIGURE OUT THE REASON I FELT HOPELESS AT ALL.
INDIVIDUALLY
Seriously?! this is clearly a generic thing you send out to everyone on the fucking tag because none of this applies to me.
Unlike ALL THESE COMMENTS along with PMs from people who actually give a fuck about me this message is crap.
Seriously stop sending these to people. I fucking hate people like you. You come to my blog and try to talk me out of suicide like you know me and am my friend. You don’t know me you have no right to tell me some fluffy feel good crap. FUCK YOU.
You know why I feel hopeless?
Because I have a incurable illness that is progressing and I am having to jump my crippled ass through hoops to try to get any fucking pain management. I am not depressed I am fucking pissed.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “My Anus is bleeding, oh well”]
damnit dream stop being me
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “All you people who can manage to lead productive lives - Please, oh please teach me your secrets.”]
I’m finally at a point where I could, realistically, get back into the swing of things, but the depression and anxiety is worse than ever. It’s like I get the choice between a sick body and stable mind, or a stable body and a sick mind.
I know from trying that if I try to be productive it will backlash on both my mental and physical health and make me way worse :/
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Top: Friend wonders what’s wrong when stomach hurts twice in one month Bottom: I wonder that’s wrong when stomach only hurts twice in one day”]
generalized to for me, “I’m not in pain what is wrong”
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Gp’s Blood tests keep showing nothing serious.Start worrying that your pain is imaginary.”]
even when you know you have an illness that causes pain you still think it is imaginary if there is no outward evidence of severity >:
[Image: 18-piece green-coloured background with a common house mouse. Top text reads: “pluck eyelashes because of stress” Bottom text reads: “become more stressed because you have no eyelashes”]
oh, the joys of the obsessive-compulsive spectrum.
Pulling eyelashes is an OCD thing?
I do it too…
I do too but because I have like 200% normal eyelash quantity and they like to grow in the wrong direction and stab my eyeball.
I do not like eyelashes.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: Go to zoo for 3 hours. Spend 3 days recovering.]
Between the EDS and my fibro I’m going to be pretty much bed ridden for the next 3 days. I love the zoo but I can’t handle it. Which makes me sad because I love sketching the animals.
Disproportional backlash is so not fair. I always pay for even tiny things like minor trips to the store and not very strenuous chores. :/
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Text on top reads: “Intake form says: ‘describe your overall health’” “You laugh uncontrollably”]
After I was done laughing I didn’t know what to honestly fill in to boot!
NOT ENOUGH LINES FORM, NOT ENOUGH LINES.
[picture of black cat with ears pinned back with text “Can’t shake off anxiety from something awful that happened over 12 hours ago in a dream]
zombiepageant.tumblr.com
>like this post
>get a whopping 30 min of sleep or so and it happens again
>too anxious to properly sleep now
;-;
You know, once upon a time not long ago I could ignore/avoid my anxiety symptoms….
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Wash down stimulants with a cup of coffee. Go back to sleep for eight hours.”]
This is what happened the day I started my prescription stimulant meds for my daytime sleepiness…
I think everyone is lying with the whole “caffeine perks you up” thing because I have never been perked up by it at all.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Text reads: TALK TO GP AFTER SPECIALIST VISIT. “THEY DIDN’T MENTION ANY OF THAT IN THEIR LETTER”]
I’m seeing 6+ different healthcare professionals on a regular basis and they’re all terrible at informing the others what is going on with my treatment. And yet they’re always sending each other big long letters. It’s like they just write to each other about the weather and what’s in fashion this season or something. I’ve had to start taking a journal into all my appointments so I can take notes as I go otherwise I get too confused and stressed out by it all. And that’s on top of generally stressing about my health and, you know, actually being chronically ill.
They don’t send anything for me either. I have to request my medical records, wait weeks to get them, photocopy them all and bring them to the next appointment. :/
I should be being paid as a fucking secretary for all the hours work it requires .
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Chance of EM flare or chance or Chilblains. Which one will you choose”]
Thanks to my sensitivity to both cool and hot weather, either way my extremedies are going to react. It’s either an Erythromelalgia flare or my hands + feet will get cold so quickly even without a cooling device of any kind that chilblains are just begging to mess them up.
The most obnoxious question ever
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Why do you have so many clothes?! Wardrobe 1 for sick & underweight, wardrobe 2 for doing reasonably well, wardrobe 3 for prednisone”]
THIS IS MY LIFE.
Oh, I’ve also lost 10 lbs in about two weeks since I’m almost off the prednisone. Is that you metabolism? Oh, how I’ve missed you.
I now wear like entirely these sweat pants of which I have like 4 pairs of that have magic fitting powers that seems to span many pants sizes without looking bad.
