finding out my EDS/MCAS/ME/CFS/POTS/PTE/acronym acronym acronym disease is just a genetic illness my family neglected to warn me about is so anticlimactic
like my dad has a more physical version and my mom has a more autoimmune version and i guess i just got fucking both and you BET the debuffs stack. seems like my siblings both either got one or neither. they can keep a job at least
the research on this connective tissue shit just isnt there. there's no real support and lots of doctors are mulish about symptom management ("tired" and "in pain" are primary targets of the eugenic-y anti-addict stuff) so you gotta wing it yourself
working out a lot helps. sleeping well helps. living slow & quiet, making art and keeping to myself helps. drugs would help more. i dont wanna be an addict but i also cant afford to be in pain anymore. i dont wanna be dependent on insurance or in medical debt but, also, i dont wanna get stuck looking for a dealer* forever
i need to go and live my life but i cant because i got born in the wrong place at the wrong time and it takes FOREVER to get things moving. i feel like i got cursed by an evil warlock to leak vitality or constitution until im just a puddle on the floor, wicked witch of the west style. howm im supposed to be a WHORE in these conditions??