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I just dropped my fucking laptop on my face this is what soft Monday does to me
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Have washed my hands with dish soap, rubbing alcohol, dish soap again, rubbing alcohol again, dish soap again, and still the capsaicin remains.
My hands are caught in an invisible fire.
About ready to see if a half-and-half soak will help.
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I hate being chronically ill and knowing something is not right and still not having doctors take it seriously I’m so irritated
I get really dizzy when I stand up, i can feel my heart rate pick up, bad temperature regulation, coathanger pain, headaches, chest pain, fatigue, like absolutely some flavor of dysautonomia and before i get accused of self diagnosis I’M GETTING TO THAT JUST KEEP READING
I voiced these issues to my parents, they got me a doctor’s appointment, which was on January 20th
They had me tell them about my symptoms so I did
They only took my sitting blood pressure. Didn’t check my heart, didn’t check anything laying down or standing and then slapped “vasovagal syncope” on my file
So obviously im like hey wtf but I don’t tell them “yo ackshually i kinda think it’s pots cuz syncope implies passing out and I’ve never passed out” but i didn’t wanna be that guy, they’re the professionals ig but it really sucks when it gets to the point where im laying on the floor cuz i can’t do art as an artist because im in pain
So in summary the american healthcare system sucks and i need someone to kill me ❤️
