It's so weird that my school is actually really trying to help with my education.
Context - I have been out of school for the past month and a half due to chronic health flares, and that led to me falling behind. And now if I did feel good enough to get to school, I would be chapters behind my classmates. I have in my 504 that I can miss as many days as needed without consequences.
Anyways, I got a call from my principal a couple days ago and my mind automatically went to thinking the worst. Instead he had asked if there was anything that the school could do or provide to let me be able to catch up faster.
I read about all these horror stories about the schools system being absolutely terrible to people with disabilities and was caught off guard with the support my school is giving to me.
I hate having functional weakness. I can deal with it in my arms and legs, but I absolutely hate it when it is in my jaw.
I can't talk, eat, or drink and when people talk to me, I seem rude. (Unless I'm with someone who knows about it.)
It drives me nuts.
Being the funny friend is hard
For context, it was when Belle was leading a parade of small children and everyone was clapping along to Be Our Guest.
We laughed too damn hard.
"I think I heard this song on spotify"
-The cast member at Belles Enchanted Storytime to me and @chronicallye
Happy National Rare Disease Day!!!
February 28th is National Rare Disease Day because the 29th is the rarest day of the year.
I don't need or want a man standing up for me, but damn it's sexy
I have the muscle memory of this fucking song from Just Dance
*tour guide barbie voice*
Hi! I'm tour guide barbie!! Please keep all hands, legs and Grippers into the vehicle at all times.
~a few moments later~
Ma'am, I told you no grippers outside the vehicle.
~literally not even 2 seconds later~
MA'AM. PUT THOSE GRIPPERS AWAY
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@chronicallye thank her for this masterpeice
If Brooklyn's Here was a person, it would be Steve Rogers.
So I'm currently working on cleaning a space out in my living room for a vintage sewing machine and it has taken two days to do so. The space wasn't all that messy, but I could only work for only about an hour before I got hit with nauseating dizziness that knocked me down for the rest of the day.
I ended up learning that even if I think I can stay within my limits, I'm wrong.