Day 6: If you could have told yourself something when you first remember these symptoms arising, what would you have said? Uh…hmm, that’s weird? Oh crap, I’m going to die? Something’s wrong here? This is an odd question. I keep re-reading the question trying to decipher it.
I’m so dizzy this morning. I can barely sit up. It doesn’t help that we had a bag of pool shock explode while my husband was carrying it up the basement stairs, so now the whole house reeks of pool chemicals and it’s making me feel sick. I lit a bunch of candles to…
It’s 2 am. I’ve spent almost the last 36 hours in bed. I was planning on getting up today, but I woke up with a horrible migraine. Thankfully, now that I’m off the meds for my brain tumor, I can take my abortive migraine meds, so I was feeling a little better within an…
Day 5: How does being chronically ill make you feel? Defective. Broken. Betrayed. Misunderstood. Those are the primary words I can think of off the top of my head. Being chronically ill isn’t something you choose. It’s something that happens to you. And that’s something that a lot of people don’t understand. It’s become…
It’s 3 am. I was so far behind on sleep from the last few days of not being able to sleep hardly at all that, having gotten up at 7 am when David left for work, I slept from 3 pm-12:30 am. (David snuck in and took that picture when he got home. He…
Day 4: How have your friends and family reacted to it?
I’ve been through a few surgeries in my life. Four to be exact, five if you include wisdom teeth (which I don’t, since I was awake and remember the whole thing). And I’m about to undergo another one in a month, this time the most complicated of them all, brain surgery. Yikes! Here I…
Day 3: How did you get a diagnosis? New shortest blog post ever! Read yesterday’s post if you haven’t already! ? ribbonrx
This is the first time I have done one of WordPress’s Daily Word Prompt Challenges. I hope I am doing it correctly. Today’s word is profound, and *cue the cheese* it had a profound effect on me. How so? Because of an illness I have called endometriosis. I, and 176 million other women on…
It’s 3:40 am. I went to bed at 8 pm since I didn’t sleep the whole night of my depressive episode, wasn’t able to calm myself down until noon, and only got 2 hours of sleep in the afternoon before I got woken up by unnecessary phone calls. Two hours out of 24 when…
