The thing is, I'm tired of fighting my body, of paying tremendous tolls for comparatively-small things, of not being physiologically capable of doing things I want to do.
The thing is, I'm sick and tired or being sick and tired.
The thing is, every system affects every other system. I can't take anti-inflammatories for my wrist because they'll hurt my ulcer or my fucked-up heart, depending on which drug. I can't sleep right now because I am in pain, and sleep deprivation = increased risk of seizure.
The thing is, there's a lot of "I can't" right about now, and I don't deal well with that particular phrase. I don't deal well with limitations. They frustrate and anger me.
The thing is, it never ends. Someone on the epileptics community linked to this Something Positive strip earlier, saying it reminded them of neurologist visits. Me too. There's always a new problem. And I'm tired of having to "be okay" with it.
The thing is, even when I'm not talking about it, it's always there, and for the past few years, it's always been getting a little worse.