Autoimmune Truths: Part I

    • The handicapped parking space I choose to use is not your designated space, you obnoxious elderly woman who walks better than I do, so stop yelling at me for “stealing” your so-called designated spot.
    • Fatigue does not equate to simply being tired. Put fifty soaking wet duvet covers over your head and take a xanax, lose the ability to think clearly, drop bricks on your body, then raise your temperature to 102 degrees F while trying to function normally and tell me that what you’re feeling is simply being tired, because that is the only way I know how to describe fatigue.
    • I will say this again: your magical healing crystals will not cure me.
    • No, I am not sick because I do not have a close relationship with God. I am sick because of genetics and because my immune system does not function correctly.
    • “You don’t come off as a sick or unhappy person” — that is because A. you have only known me for about one minute, B. I have chronic illnesses that are not always visible when I am standing in front of you for less than five minutes, and C. Being sick does not mean I have to be an unhappy person.
  • My grandmother kept track of every book she ever read on index cards. I found them after she passed in the back of her closet. I’m doing the same thing, only I’m using a goodreads account. I’ve been reading a lot lately, so if you have any book recommendations please feel free to share :)

  • Low fat white chocolate mochas are the shit.

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