Body's "mother" (woman who birthed us, lady housemate, whatever you wanna call her) saw our brand new rollator for the first time, sighed and went "you keep spending money on these things... (/neg /judgemental tone) EXCUSE ME LADY?
Like. Im sorry I need extra help to go to the grocery store??? Im sorry I used MY OWN MONEY to get something to HELP MYSELF?? Geez.
I literally wanna disappear when she says stuff like that. She KNOWS I have hEDS and she KNOWS I have POTS (I'm not diagnosed yet but she's seen my hypermobility symptoms and agrees with hEDS being the answer, plus I literally have an oximeter and I show it to her when my heart rate spikes up to 160+ bpm from standing/talking/getting dressed). Like??? WHAT.