I appreciate the concern, but staying positive at all times is not going to make my illnesses magically disappear. I’m so fucking sick of people telling me this.
I accept my illness. Illnesses. I accept my disability. I accept that I will either die or I will live long and deal with pain.
This is just a staple for me because following the core steps I can do a bunch of different variations depending on what I have and how much energy I want to put into it so it’s not too monotonous. This also works well with rice instead of pasta.
- Favorite Pasta
- Sour Cream
Sierra Sandison couldn’t imagine how she would hide an insulin pump during beauty pageants. So she decided to show it off for the Miss Idaho pageant. She won. Type 1 diabetics say they won, too.
I don’t write for people who want an “objective point of view” without any sort of “bias” (which means, aligning yourself with the oppressor/dominant narrative). The push for absence of emotion from prose is the push to silence those who are oppressed/undergo injustice. It’s erasing the very human aspect of what oppression is all about — about silencing resistance.
nothing makes me appreciate my normally shitty health like an acute healthy-people sickness on top of it!
· 36 hours of gastrointestinal distress
· 18+ hours of persistent vomiting
· 12 hours of a fever of at least 103
· 12 hours of a heart rate of nearly 200
· almost 48 hours without any food, and very little water
but then I slept 12 hours, my fever is down to just over 100, and I’m attempting to eat a bit. I’m feeling a lot better.
(besides sore-ass muscles! god damn this kind of sickness leaves me feeling like I just ran a damn marathon!)
Now I need to focus on trying to rehydrate, pushing electrolytes, and RESTING.
I’m also going to count my blessings that my normal days are nothing like that!!