when i haven’t remembered to eat or drink and my only thought process is fan-fiction and it’s all i can think about and suddenly i remember i need to take my meds

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when i haven’t remembered to eat or drink and my only thought process is fan-fiction and it’s all i can think about and suddenly i remember i need to take my meds
I find it funny how one of the symptoms of hEDS is "really velvety soft skin" as opposed to regular tough cinderblock skin?? /s
How am I supposed to know what qualifies as unusually soft skin?
lowkey sometimes I think a mad scientist takes over my soul and just starts doing shit.
like I’ll be interested in someone then I’ll stop being interested and start being interested in the human body and body language and how the mind reacts to certain things, like I’m still into you but I wanna research you, y’know? like I still lowkey wanna kiss you kinda but like I also wanna research you, does that make sense
Every few years I get really withdrawn and have a hard time communicating with friends and family. I withdraw into a deep unsocial fugue and the thought of communicating even the simplest things becomes a daunting overwhelming task.
Is this what they call autistic burn out?
I'm so tired
Everything hurts
My jaw
My head
My knees
My elbows
I can't pay attention for longer than five minutes
I keep yawning but it hurts
My brain feels heavy
Everything feels heavy
My brain ia foggy
My vision swims
I want to cry but it takes too much energy
I hate when irl memories decide to come back and cause utter freak outs. I really do.
Post run, post shower.
I’ve been in so much pain this week, and after two failed attempts to see my doctor, (no availability) tomorrow will mark attempt number 3. Today was the only day I was in a little less pain that I managed to get myself up and out to run, and so I did a 3 mile easy tempo run that made me so happy to be outside and see that pink sky. Now I’m back in bed.
I’m hoping I can get my diagnosis soon, before my training for this marathon gets into the hard stuff. At the moment I’m fine because it’s mileage and tempos I can already run, but if more weeks go by with this pain and inability to train properly, then I’ll find myself in trouble.
Today my stomach kills. AHHHHH