Does anyone have a credit score as low as mine? Fucking medical bills are killing me. Iâm probably back down to 430 but Iâve been lower.

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Does anyone have a credit score as low as mine? Fucking medical bills are killing me. Iâm probably back down to 430 but Iâve been lower.
I just want one beautiful day without a migraine. A day to have sex, ride roller coasters, and enjoy the sun. Just ONE day.... please.
I want another cheese sandwich bitches... Iâve had too much rum. đ€ Or not enough?
seriously đÂ
The writers donât just decide what the characters will decide to do. The characters run around in our heads. They make choices we would never make. I get so angry at characters for doing things I would never do. Those bastards donât like to follow our rules.
Fucking doctors. đĄ
I think Iâm too chubby for this guy I like. Heâs my same height and has no boobs or ass so he probably weighs 40 pounds less than I do! Ugh. It makes me nervous to date him.
Fibromyalgia makes it so hard to lose weight but way too fucking easy to gain, that son of a bitch!!
Why does Shonda Rhimes always have to break my heart? An even better question- why do I keep watching Greyâs Anatomy when it makes me so sad??
Iâm drinking at 11 AM. Fucking deal with it because I donât give a fuck.
The guy I like lives two hours away. I had to cancel our first date because of fibromyalgia. Iâm stuck at home watching Greyâs Anatomy, and all I want is for him to drive down, climb in bed with me and watch Netflix for 48 straight hours. I want him not to care that when I lay back with a cold pack on my neck and head, it gives me a double chin and makes me look ten years older. I want my dog to like him. I just donât want to be alone. I thought this would be a great weekend, but chronic illness has a mind of its own and control of my body and things Iâm able to do.
I wasnât able to go to the city for my family reunion. I was so excited to see everyone. I was going to go to the comedy club and drink beer with my big brother. People I never see, and I canât go because of this goddamn fibromyalgia and these migraines.
I was doing so well all week and so excited to see these people. I even had a date scheduled that I had to cancel. Thatâs my life. The only reason I didnât choose this weekend to kill myself is because I donât want to leave my dog.
So Iâm talking to this guy I really like talking to and weâll be going out for coffee soon, but he compliments me... a lot. Whatâs most important to me is honesty so Iâm not sure I trust him. It could be down to my own issues. I donât really know. Compliments have always made me a little uncomfortable so maybe itâs due to that.
The most frustrating thing about chronic illness, and chronic pain is your body failing you
I dont even mean in a dramatic way just in a, my body doesn't quite cooperate with what I'm telling it to do. It's never quite right.
I drop things constantly, elbow stuff, kick things, trip, walk into stuff, bounce off doorframes
All because my body isn't doing quite what I want it to
It's infuriating
This is so frustratingly true.
Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription
Me: My pills make me not want to die tho
They: You shouldnât want to die, thatâs not normal
Me: Yeah thatâs why Iâm taking my pills
Again: But you arenât the *real* you when youâre on your pills
Me: Iâm the alive version of me
An actual doctor, once: âRelying On A Chemical Crutch For A Hormonal Imbalance Denies The Fortitude Of The Human Soulâ
Me: Cool so like Iâm agnostic
They: âBut you might be on pills the rest of your life!â
Me: âSo?â
Good! That means that I have a ârest ofâ my life to continue living!
Thanks to the pills.
Meanwhile, no person ever: âYou should think about giving up your insulin/antiretrovirals/beta blockers/anti-rejection drugs/prosthetic legs/daily multivitamin, because using those your whole life is bad for some reasonâ
Oh no, they do that too.
I have a kidney transplant. A woman once told me she didnât believe in organ transplants and that people should just die when theyâre meant to.Â
Sounds like a great set-up for a murder
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because theyâre doing something right that the rest of us havenât thought of, and not just because they got lucky
Speaking of the luck of the non-disabledâŠI once terrorized a Karen who was using me to teach her entitled kid that disabled people are Other and should not be treated with respect. I told her (truthfully) that until I was twenty-eight, I wasnât visibly disabled. Then a defective chromosome that I hadnât known about kicked in. So my luck ran out. But until then, I had been normalâjustâŠlikeâŠher.Â
The sheer terror on her face as the concept of âYou mean Iâve just been lucky so far?â seeped into her brain was a thing of beauty.
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because theyâre doing something right that the rest of us havenât thought of, and not just because they got lucky
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There are good Christians and bad Christians just like there are good atheists and bad atheists. I donât know what the fuck I am but I want to be good.
The worst part about fibromyalgia is I canât tell my family how much it hurts. I donât want my parents to worry and feel bad. I blame everything (not being able to go to family events or even work or walk my dog) on the migraines. But itâs not just my head. Everything hurts. I want it to stop.