Ya Know I Really Wish Sitting Didnt Feel Like I Was Fucking Sprinting. Why For The Love Of Everything

Ya know I really wish sitting didn’t feel like I was fucking sprinting. Why for the love of everything does my heart rate decide to be 140 when all I’ve been doing for the last 20(? probably more) minutes is be sitting down. Fuck I hate disautonomia

walkable cities also means sittable cities send tweet

Not to be chronically ill on main but if I get one more doctor tell me the tests came back normal again as if its GOOD news Im gonna make it everyones problem.

A paraphrased conversation between my mom and I

Me: “I couldn’t go to class today because my disability is causing my joints to be too unstable for what we are doing today plus my pots is really flairing”

My mom: “ you know I don’t see you as disabled, you should really stop thinking about disability and start thinking of ability or different ability”

Okay so I love a good hot tub moment. It feels nice, it relaxes my muscles, my joints like it, etc. Now why the fuck does my body have to go and decide that the heat means that I’m running a fucking marathon or something and make my heart rate fucking sky rocket??? But that’s not even the worst part of it. When I get out, ya know out of the heat, my heart rate goes even fucking higher because I had to stand up to get out. Moral of the story fuck POTs