The randomness of a crazy person with M.E./CFS:) I am a huge geek/beauty junkie/wheelchair user :)
::Cripple’s Log::
Sat around.
Tried not to die.
Moderately successful.
Will try again tomorrow.
Anonymous asked: did you get a motorised scooter then?
no, my mum managed to talk her out of it, thank God :)
It’s my birthday on the 4th and I am terrified my grandma is going to get me a motorised scooter, you know like the ones they let you use at some supermarkets? I have actually been having nightmares & throwing up I’m so scared…
It would be 100% useless for me & yet I would have to use it & be totally grateful & never get an electric wheelchair like I’ve been wanting for ages…..x
Being chronically ill means constantly having this crippling fear of not being able to comfortably believe your illness is as bad as it is, and fearing everyone will be proving to you that you don’t have that illness or that you’re exaggerating it.
It’s constantly fearing judgement from doctors, family, friends, even other sick people, and worst of all, yourself.
Maybe it’s not logical, and certainly not healthy, but it’s hard to avoid.
Instead of even wishing for a cure, you’re wishing there was a pill you coud take just for one day, just one, of being normal.
Yes, please.
::Cripple’s Log::
Sat around.
Tried not to die.
Moderately successful.
Will try again tomorrow.Reblogging twice in one day for the truth of it all
