The shit we get told for needing a lot of sick days is inexcusable.
I always thought the point of taking sick days was to avoid needing sick days in the future. which is a very specific kind of chronic illness logic, and I don't know how widespread it is.
(I now think the point of Taking Sick Days is to maintain equilibrium, precarious and aspirational as that may sound)
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Really interesting how many people interpreted this as mindfulness bashing.
This was about how I (and many other people) literally do not have the tools to interpret the signals our bodies are sending us until we've done years of research.
If you have suspected or confirmed mast cell problems, what have been the most unexpected early warning signs that it's Time To Take A Benadryl*?
*or other rescue med, etc
I have flushing episodes that are pretty standard, but I definitely also have SUDDEN COGNITIVE & FULL BODY EXHAUSTION (affectionately known as bee brain because my brain uh, feels full of bees) that I am always thrown off by.
"Why do I suddenly need a nap?! Oh. Need benadryl."
One of the strangest discoveries of this crash is that bee brain is not inherently part of my fatigue.
When I unwittingly lived in toxic mold in 2017, I thought that feeling was just part of being exhausted?
I've still had cog fatigue this year, but it's much less... something.
Hey friends! Do you want watch some very bad Christmas films on Teleparty with me today?
I'm watching Christmas Inheritance on Netflix around noon Boston time and then Happiest Season on Hulu (important change!) around 4pm Boston time. I'll put up the links ~30 mins in advance.
If you want to watch (& perhaps snark on) the Netflix Holiday Original called Christmas Inheritance with me, here's the link! Will be starting in about half an hour & taking many breaks.
oh! and don't forget that you have to click the red TP icon in the toolbar after clicking in the link in order to actually join the party. I forgot to put that in the last tweet (but it's in the info thread!).
well the [sarcastically good] news is that I got terrible sleep before a scheduled holiday zoom call later this morning, which is literally how I became bedbound for months back in April!
I have not gotten better at managing all the Complicated Feelings that come with having a body that regularly says "you can participate in [this planned activity], but there will be unpredictable consequences and they may be permanent!"
And I always feel so preemptively defensive about the IDEA of backing out of a plan with non-sick folks that my brain gremlins always tell me anyone else involved will think I'm A DRAMATIC FAKER.
Ok honestly I feel like the thing that healthy people don't get about diagnosis is how much it feels like getting the key to a cipher.
Like you spend [months/years/a lifetime] alternately tuning into and out of your body with much concerted effort, but every time you tune in it's just chaos.
Nothing makes sense and everything feels terrible. And those feelings compound each other.
And if you get misdiagnosed (which happens a lot), you're left with this unease like... why hasn't the chaos become a bit more orderly?