Courtney Reads

She who hangs out in hospitals. With books.

[fibro-memes]

[stuckinapril]

“i don’t understand what’s happening in palestine so i won’t comment on it” of course you don’t understand. most of us will never understand what it’s like to go for months without electricity, without water, without literal food. most of us won’t understand what it’s like talking to loved ones at lunch and then having to witness their bodies in body bags by dinner. no, you will never understand what that feels like—but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t educate yourself. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t donate. there’s only one thing uglier than willful ignorance—and that’s willful ignorance borne from selfishness and a severe lack of compassion. if you care anything about humanity as a concept, palestine should be your problem regardless of who you are, where you live, or where you’re from.

[westieronto]

How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”

[thefemcritique]

The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around

[pardonmewhileipanic]

pls watch

honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me

[mttheww]

Dorothy:  Dr. Budd?

Dr. Budd:  Yes?

Dorothy:  You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick.  Do you remember?  You told me I was just getting old.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sorry, I really don’t–

Dorothy:  Remember.  Maybe you’re getting old.  That’s a little joke.  Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick.  I have chronic fatigue syndrome.  That is a real illness.  You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

Dr. Budd:  Huh.  Well, I’m sorry about that.

Dorothy:  Well, I’m glad!  At least I know I have something.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sure.  Well, nice seeing you.

Dorothy:  Not so fast.  There are some things I have to say.  There are a lot of things that I have to say.  Words can’t express what I have to say.  [tearing up]  What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.

Dr. Budd:  Good!

Dorothy:  But I will!

Dr. Budd’s date:  Louis, who is this person?

Dr. Budd:  Look, Miss–

Dorothy:  Sit.  I sat for you long enough.  Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me.  You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up.  You dismissed me!  You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time.  Is that your caring profession?  Is that healing?  No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one.  I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.

Dr. Budd:  Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–

Dr. Budd’s date:  Shut up, Louis.

Dorothy:  I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it.  You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else.  You’d better start listening to your patients.  They need to be heard.  They need caring.  They need compassion.  They need attending to.  You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.

[jennytrout]

Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.

[stupidjewishwhiteboy]

“Shut up, Lewis”

[chroniclingmychronic]

I’ll always reblog this.

[mscourtneyreads]

Helppppp

[howshouldwetreatme]

WHEN YOU KNOW SOMEONE HAVING GOOD RESULTS ON A TREATMENT PLAN

[mscourtneyreads]

100%

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Why are you sad?

Me: I don't know.

No reason?

Me: Oh no, there are plenty of reasons. I'm just not sure which one it is this time.

Accurate af.

[mscourtneyreads]

It's good to see you back! ❤️

Thank you!

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💖💞💖💞💖

💜🏵️💜🌹💜

[mscourtneyreads]

Courtney, you are so cute < 3

Thank you!💜💜

[mscourtneyreads]

im not sure if ur the right person to ask but i dont know many other spoonie blogs that arent submission based: do any other spoonies have heating pad/heat therapy scars? I feel ashamed of them because my doctor tells me its bad for the skin but honestly my heating pad is the only way i sleep at night at all

Yes! It's called erythema ab igne! I'm not sure what can be done with it, but definitely show a physician and see what they say! Gentle hugs

[mscourtneyreads]

You have no idea what I'm hiding while smiling.

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I hate that saying, no pain no gain. It's so inaccurate and yet so widely believed. Pain does not guarantee a positive outcome. I don't know where that idea came from.

[mscourtneyreads]

No Promises

I could spend this whole blog post apologizing for the fact that I haven’t posted anything in almost a year. I could fixate on the fact that my last two posts were basically me apologizing for my absence as my posting was pretty staggered to begin with. I could apologize, and I will, because I am sorry. But I also want to touch on a huge part of being chronically ill; the fac tthat we can rarely,…

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[mscourtneyreads]

You have no idea what I'm hiding while smiling.

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I never know how I am.

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This line from Pretty Little Liars does me in, every time. It is such a good definition of depression (in my opinion).. We certainly are losing too many good people to the heaviness of air.

[mscourtneyreads]

Life shouldn't be this hard. It just shouldn't. This level of pain should be illegal. Nothing is okay, and everything seems to be a mess. There has to be more than this. More goodness. More empathy. More love.