| Willow ( @ 2008-05-16 03:48:00 |
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| Current mood: | tired |
| Entry tags: | about me, health: physical, online: culture |
Thoughts
I should go bed.
I was staying up for a bunch of reasons. Stubbled across the 37th Edition of the Disability Blog Carnival.
There are accounts there that made me break into tears - which feels huge since I was already triggered earlier. But I'm going to read through it more tomorrow. I've been feeling so frustrated and scared lately; about moving, about being even less useful in terms of lifting and dealing with boxes. I feel guilty for not moving everything out of the back bedroom - even though I was pacing so I wouldn't hurt myself and I -didn't- count on having to go downtown, which made me extra exhausted.
And I've been noticing so many people with canes. I used to see, or notice maybe three a day and usually the same people in the same areas. But just today there must have been twenty. Young, old, fat, skinny, black, white; didn't matter. I used to have to give people a bad angry look, or dig out my card - if I felt up to confrontation and needed to sit down and there was someone there expecting me to get up to give up my seat. Cause I didn't look needy.
Now people get up for me. The bus drivers automatically lower the damn bus. I've hurt myself less climbing up and down.
Even while I'm absorbing all this, I'm so angry at having symptoms treated instead of someone listening to me and thinking of tests to figure out what's wrong. I mean "Your joint's inflamed, it's nothing serious." That doesn't tell me anything. And it might not be major but something's happening. It didn't just do this on it's own.
*sighs, goes to bed*