It sucks to be chronically ill. My cheerful spirit can’t keep me up during a flare-up or when the fatigue blanket puts me down. It’s the brain fog and aching limbs. Some days the pain is tolerable enough to live with days like this, I just want to lay in bed and cry. And it sucks big time. It’s just like that, the life of a spoonie,(google the spoon theory) it sucks to be a spoonie. A spoonie mother hooh that’s another trip!
We survive on caffeine and irony, pages and memes of the chronically ill, music, and dropping mental f-bombs. Yes fukadifakadafukar. Being a spoonie feels like a disaster