Your Vibes Are Like Jordan From Axis Of Awesome In The Best Way Possible

Your vibes are like Jordan from Axis of Awesome in the best way possible

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📷/📹: Cosimo Augustoni

Negotiated to outpatient X-ray and a follow up plus referral to rheumatology. They gave me Prednisone and Flexeril, so I can kinda get around now, but not really.

This is not fun

Being chronically ill is fun because my right leg is numb and the right side of my lower back and hip are in a huge amount of pain and I don't know if I dislocated something, if I aggravated the spinal cord injury I had when I was a kid, if I aggravated the fracture in my tail bone that I got in Spring/Summer of '22, if it's nerve pain from my Lyme disease and related palsy, or something completely new!

Also this is a fun time to not know where my fucking cane is! Usually it's in the car, but our car was totaled in August and I don't know if I rescued my cane from it after the crash.

Fuck my life, I can't fucking walk today.

Being chronically ill is fun because my right leg is numb and the right side of my lower back and hip are in a huge amount of pain and I don't know if I dislocated something, if I aggravated the spinal cord injury I had when I was a kid, if I aggravated the fracture in my tail bone that I got in Spring/Summer of '22, if it's nerve pain from my Lyme disease and related palsy, or something completely new!

Also this is a fun time to not know where my fucking cane is! Usually it's in the car, but our car was totaled in August and I don't know if I rescued my cane from it after the crash.

Fuck my life, I can't fucking walk today.

Randomly remembered that I went to highschool with a dude who was half Puerto Rican and would fuck with people who gave him shit over it or who would try to say that he was Mexican, and the one day he brought in a woven poncho and sombrero and randomly put it on in class, and proceeded to spend the rest of class responding to everything with "si, si", "no quiero Taco bell", and "su padre es pollo" (your father is a chicken, I think?) for all of class before someone finally just said like,

"Tommy we don't speak Spanish, we aren't Mexican."

"well neither am I but you guys put so much pressure on me...."

And then took the poncho off, held his sombrero to his chest sadly and just left for the day and never acknowledged it again. No idea how he left early btw, it was a charter school in a different county from where he lived and everyone took the bus so he didn't drive home, I don't know if someone picked him up or if it was planned, but it was bizarre.

One of those days where I'm at my absolute lowest point mentally but I'm not allowed to talk about it because talking about it online gets my account reported and taken down, and I can't talk about it in real life because very few people care and talking about it just makes them mad at me, and if I tell the wrong person, I'll have a "welfare check" of multiple armed cops showing up at my door treating me like a criminal.

Living with PTSD and depression is fucking impossible sometimes and nobody understands.