Category: jackassery

I’M SICK OF BEING SICK.

I just want to sit up and code, for the love of god. I don’t want to run a marathon or attend a dance party or hit the city or anything, I just want to code a stupid webpage about stuff that literally probably NOBODY cares less about anymore. I’m not asking to do anything major, I’m asking for the strength to SIT UP and perform a SEDENTARY. HOBBY.

I know it’s rotten of me, but I also don’t care: I’m so sick of people whining about (supposed, newsflash: people online tell lies, especially about diseases completely lacking detectable biomarkers) ME/CFS and then…just living a normal life?! Going to their jobs, dancing around their cities, hanging with their friends, etc. But remembering every now and then to remind everyone about how ME/CFS sucks…without mentioning a single symptom that’s ruining or even mildly affecting their day, mind you…just how they’re ~*~sicker than you~*~ because they definitely, absolutely, totally have it.

Being sick with this horrible disease is not an identity. ME/CFS is not a cute trendy accessory. Being sick with this is absolute life-destroying hell, and if you think otherwise, you aren’t sick. Eat me.

I gatekeep because I care.
(About people suffering like me. I don’t give two damns about the accessorisers.)

I can’t. sit. up.
Trying to do so has me passing out.
But do tell me again about how AWFUL your life with “CFS” is, please do, especially while you zap down the street to grab a coffee, something that would have me collapsed in bed for a week if I even tried it. I am all empathetic ears, by which I mean I hope you get hit by a train.

Actually, no I don’t.

I hope you end up like me.

(“OMG, you’re such a monster, you’re so mean!”)
Cry me a fucking river.

I’m going to go lay down for another three hours because I had the utter gall to attempt to sit upright for five minutes.