I no longer go in to see a new doctor assuming they will help me; I figure they’ll be complete knuckleheads, and then if they are not, well, I’m pleasantly surprised as opposed to totally distraught and letdown.
I go to bed tired, I wake up tired. I’m in pain all the time. No it does not stop. I eat and feel nauseous, I don’t eat and I feel nauseous. So don’t get pissy at me if I’m not smiling and happy all the time. I’m doing the best I can and you have no idea how much effort that’s taking.
Sometimes being sick all the time really sucks cause everyone else is off doing their fun stuff, and the amount of fun stuff available stuck inside sick is significantly less than the amount available to those free to pass through the door as much as they want.