I hate having to pay $30 a month for medication.
I hate my side effects.
I hate having to fucking beg for rides whenever I need to go more than 5 minutes from my house.
I hate the fact that I need to take four pills a day for the rest of my life because my brain has these little electrical storms.
I hate the fact that I am never ever getting over this. My sciatica got better. My soy allergy? Desensitized again. To all of my other medical conditions, there is an end, a "you're all better now!" And I hate the fact that with this, I will never ever be better. That I am stuck with this until the day I die.
I was diagnosed in October. By week two, I was getting criticized for not "getting over it". Fuck you right up the ass with a chainsaw if you think I should "just get over it". This is a major fucking life change, and it limits me in even more ways than this. I am not adjusted yet, and I'm not going to get there on anyone's schedule but my own.
I think I'm done for now.