Bitchthingie - Barely Functional™️

studying medicine as a disabled chronically ill spoonie be like:

WILL I END UP BECOMING THE DOCTOR OR THE PATIENT!?!? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!!!!

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ohhhh i despise how frequently i need to make posts like this but the work i do isn’t enough. i am about to spend so much money on bills, groceries, and hrt. i don’t expect anyone to be able to cover the $300+ that i’m about to be forced to drop. but if i cld get a little help with making it hurt less that would mean the world. i’m sorry for doing this again. thank you.

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Me lying down: I feel pretty much fine. What am I doing lying around? I should get up and do something. Or at least sit upright, damn.

Me when I’m upright: oh, Jesus. Oh, damn. Oh, RIGHT—this is why I was lying down.

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Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.