POV:
It is 2020. I have pain when exercising. Few months go by, I take a fuck ton of naps. Itâs whatever, quarantine. Back hurts all the fucking time. I have trouble walking.
2021, Random body pains. Hip, jaw, shoulder? You name it, it hurts like a bitch every once in a while
Mother takes me to doctor. Prescribed physical therapy. Extremely painful, no progress, so I stop after a few months.
Teachers notice bad handwriting and walking funny, call home asking if there are fine motor issues they should be aware of? No, my mom tells them, Iâm just fine.
Halfway through the school year, Iâve been back in person for a while, it still hurts to move, I start crying in the fucking hallway, have a hell of the time trying to convince school nurses this is my normal plz let me get back to class
Eventually we go to the doctor again. About two years in to whatever this is, a doctor has the genius idea to finally do fucking bloodwork. They tell me positive ANA test, itâs probably Lupus.
Doctor does more shit, diagnoses me with Lupus. Great.
I find a fucking pediatric rheumatologist specializing in inflammatory diseases. First appointment, she tells me itâs not lupus.
Well what is it? She has no clue. She just knows itâs not Lupus. Great.
More fuckery ensues, too many fucking blood tests. Have you tried exercising? Have your tried losing weight?
I can barley fucking walk
I am starting college in less than a month, no clue whatâs wrong w me. Yay.












