everything about this last year has been so incredibly hard for so many people, including those of us with underdiagnosed & undertreated chronic illness.
and somehow it's like each new phase unlocks a chorus of new & distinct ableist dog whistles in media?
like at the beginning there was the thing where everyone acted like we were exaggerating the threat we faced. ugh.
and we've been missing from all risk assessments & plans, of course, because in all official sense we are Presumed Healthy, Despite Evidence To The Contrary. UGH.
and anyway I'm just thinking about how sometimes in order to survive with chronic illness you just... keep accepting that you've been let down by all these different people who were supposed to help you when you're sick. doctors & friends & family & colleagues.
and it's easy to start to feel like you're all alone in your haunted body which is Presumed Healthy, in the face of all that erasure.
and this year has just been wave after wave of that feeling.
(also thank you for this last year in community, void, what a powerful antidote 💗)
whenever HEALTHY 34 YOs are eligible for the vaccine, I can't wait to pursue in-person healthcare again for the bs spinal complications I've been casually living with for almost a year now!
anyway may the post-covid healthcare landscape exceed our wildest dreams, somehow.
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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.
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.