#pots headache

[stillfuckingtired]

Sometimes I’m like, “I’m not doing so bad. I’m doing okay, actually. But I’ve got a bit of a headache, so lying down for a minute would probably help.” Bc I’ve learned to listen to my body and pace myself.

—And then I lie down, and realize “woah. Okay, that was more of a headache than I realized. And I am breathing way harder than I should be for someone currently lying down, formerly standing and doing nothing else remotely strenuous. And it’s taking a long to go back to a reasonable breathing pattern. Also, I can think more clearly now. I didn’t even realize I was foggy.”

[stillfuckingtired]

Having one of those days where it’s like…I wish sitting didn’t hurt. I wish standing wasn’t such a clusterfuck. I wish I could walk around more. I wish lying down didn’t hurt. I wish I could focus better. I wish I didn’t feel sick. I wish I could do stuff. I wish I could do more.

And like, yeah that’s every day, but some days it’s easier to ignore than others. And today is one of the days I want to stomp my feet like a little kid.

[stillfuckingtired]

After I wash my hair, all I want to do is lie down. However, I try not to let myself lie down when my hair is wet and it’ll fuck up the way it dries. The alternative to this is to blow dry my hair, but blow drying my hair will make me feel worse when, again, all I want to do is lie down. So I’m stuck in a sort of wet hair limbo; all I can do is sit, slurp down some electrolytes, and wait either for my hair to air dry enough to lie down, or until I feel well enough to blow dry my hair.

[stillfuckingtired]

Ugh, POTS is so ridiculous. Like, I stubbed the crap outta my toes earlier, and I had to sit down for a minute afterwards so I didn’t get too close to passing out. Now I feel generally awful and have a nasty headache and have to be horizontal about it.

[stillfuckingtired]

Ah, the magic of lying down with my feet elevated. I feel better than I have all miserable day.