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#weird symptoms
stillfuckingtired · 2 months
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Uh-oh. Am I regular sick, or am I new and differently sick? The world may never know.
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dapperenby13 · 1 year
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For the last week my symptoms have tremendously calmed down, and it’s fucking TERRIFYING.
Like I can go to multiple stores and not crash, I still have some symptoms but they’re not as bad and at different times than normal.
Like we started trying a few new things and that’s probably causing it. But I hate it.
It feels like my pain and suffering is invalid, like I was making it up. And I know that’s not true, I know this is probably just a fluke or something. But it’s scary.
I don’t know how to process any of this.
Has something like this happened to anyone else? I’m really freaking out
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hauntedpearl · 1 year
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m so dizzayyyy (tw: stupid health stuff in the tags)
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awolgina · 3 months
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paxlovid antiviral treatment my own experience after 3 days with update ...
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paxlovid, wasn't sure it was worth the agony but I can breathe for 1st time in many months so it fixed more than covid, but with my sinuses it became worse, antibiotics needed, but on the mend since.
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hydrangea-blues · 8 months
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today i am experiencing multiple lines of text as... having texture? or depth? like some are closer and some are further away. like looking at a series of hills or ridges from above.
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literaphobe · 8 months
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imagine marinette getting told by friends and family Hey Girl. we think you might have adhd. and they cite symptoms she shows but she accidentally connects them to stuff she started doing after she became ladybug and now shes like OH NO… if i deny this disorder they will suspect my identity… YEAH I TOTALLY HAVE ADHD YOU GUYS!!!! so she thinks she’s keeping it up for her superhero life and nods along to all the tips and tricks for adhd people her loved ones find on the internet. she flashes smiles as they hand her meds that could help and only pretends to take them because she’s Lying About It Right. but then one day at patrol chat noir tells her hey um recently a friend of mine was diagnosed with adhd. have you heard of it? because i think you might have it. and her eye twitches
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chaoticbooklesbian · 6 months
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Human: *crying, in pain, experiencing minor neurological symptoms* This is delicious, what's in it? Alien: ...our strongest, deadliest poison. Human: How much for a bottle to send home? My mom would absolutely love it. Alien: If you let a team of our finest scientists deliver it and study her reaction, it's free. Human: Sweet, I'm sure she'd be up for that, let me give her a call--
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ink-the-artist · 3 months
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seithr · 19 days
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stillfuckingtired · 6 months
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Panini pressing my body between a heating pad, an electric blanket, and a weighted blanket in hope it will fix me
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bunnieswithknives · 1 year
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inkskinned · 1 year
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i've been in pretty much constant pain for the past 4 months. i have a slipped disc. the mri this weekend finally confirmed what i'd already suspected. mostly, i just put up with it.
i've been in a pretty bad mental space since winter began. my brain is leaking out from between my ears. i just don't care enough to listen to the rabid wet whispering of hope. i'm mostly just bored of being here, the swaddled joyless apathy.
the back pain ebbs and flows, but it's there, so i take care of it. i do my physical therapy. i get in with a specialist. i'm lucky - there's no immediate need for surgery. it's bad, but it could be worse. when i talk about how i did it (it was a very bad sneeze), i usually start laughing. it's funny! i am never comfortable, but hey. i'm young. i'll bounce back, or so they keep saying.
i just found out it's not normal to wake up every night with a category-five panic attack. i'm lucky if i am still able to remember how to spell my name right. i spend my days in a weird blank haze, exhausted, desperate for respite - only to be unable to rest during the night. i say with a laugh - i really hate it when my mental illnesses start working together. i mean, sure. unionize. it's fine. i have lost all sense of myself. there's nowhere that's actually warm in my mind.
i feel bad how often i complain about my back. my friends immediately shush my apology. dude, you slipped a disc. continue complaining.
as a kid, i think i only really admitted to the bad things... twice. for some reason, when he didn't just dismiss it - it made my dad angry. he slammed a door at me. you're fucking ungrateful. what do you have to be sad for?
what an odd delight: the slipped disc gave me the oddest wave of relief. i'm allowed to actually hurt about this thing.
i have chronic conditions which aren't "real" things. i could write a novel on the weird ways people respond to my POTS & the rest of my fun physical acronyms. i am kind of ashamed to admit - i like the way it feels to be able to say well, because of a slipped disc. a slipped disc is a real thing. a slipped disc is serious and painful. there's diagrams and infographics about slipped discs. upon my diagnosis, they immediately offered me narcotics.
i haven't been able to get up out of bed for more than a few hours. i do less and less and less and less. i have started to sit down in the shower. sighing my way from deadline to deadline. this again. in one day and out the other. people tell me i don't really need my meds. i have run out of times saying i have depression, it's become almost transparent. it's so bad my therapist suggested meeting more than once a week, but i don't want to worry her, so i never finish setting up a second meeting. every creative spark in my soul has been entirely ravaged - but that's just capitalism, baby. i don't even take the day off of work. i just show up and do a bad job and get yelled at for it.
it's not real, after all. the pain is just imagined.
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gayvampyr · 8 months
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forgot for a second that oscillopsia is in my brain and not external and i almost tried to record what it looks like to me to show people what i mean
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sheltershock · 6 months
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Sasha is absolutely a “do what I say, not as I do” type of person. In the exact same day he’d lecture Raz about getting enough sleep, citing memorized research and journals that kids his age should be getting a suggested 10 hours of sleep each day. And encouraging him that when he gets older he’ll only have to sleep about seven, so he’ll have more time in the day eventually.
And then hours later, he’d turn to Milla and go “it’s suggested that adults sleep 7 hours day…. which would make sleep a suggestion-“
“Sasha, please, don’t do this again.”
”But if you actually think about it, I get more time in the day and I can multitask on testing the results of that study of how long a human can stay up-“
“Sasha.”
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calware · 1 year
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i hate that it costs money to get tested for adhd because even if i DID get tested and i DO have adhd i don't think it would even help with anything so it's a general waste of money in my eyes but at the same time i need to know how my brain works and why so so bad
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literallyaflame · 1 month
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every time i go to the doctor it seems like there’s always one (1) thing about my blood work/exam/medical history/whatever that confuses and upsets them. there’s always something SLIGHTLY wrong. i for one have accepted the fact that my body is weird and doesn’t make sense, so it’s always kind of fun when they’re like “wow. you shouldn’t be like this, but there’s no explanation for it, and you’re not dying, so. carry on i suppose”
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