Latest Posts by chronicallye - Page 6

I would rather have my nipple ripped off than my stomach feeling like this.

*tour guide barbie voice*

Hi! I'm tour guide barbie!! Please keep all hands, legs and Grippers into the vehicle at all times.

~a few moments later~

Ma'am, I told you no grippers outside the vehicle.

~literally not even 2 seconds later~

MA'AM. PUT THOSE GRIPPERS AWAY

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@chronicallye thank her for this masterpeice

I have a question for the Hair and Cosplay side of Tumblr

I plan to dye my natural hair temporarily for a cosplay. What kind/brand of hair dye should I get that will eventually come out and not stain my hair? And that won't rub off onto my cosplay/ other things and won't stain my skin?

The queens as questionable Duolingo sentences!

Catalina:

Anne:

Jane:

Anna:

Katherine:

Cathy:

TUMBLR USERS I NEED HELP

My dog got sprayed pretty bad by a skunk and I can't get the smell off. I washed her twice with a mix of Dawn, baking soda, and Hydrogen Peroxide and again with just Dawn. What should I do?

I just want y'all to know that in 4th grade, a group of popular girls rejected me for some stupid reason, and I started running down the soccer field. My poor little body wasn't able to comprehend going fast and trying to look cool, so I fell over my own damn leg and fell on a rock fracturing my arm. But on the plus side, I was able to piss the girls off my not letting them sign my cast.

So if anyone hurts your feelings, hurt them even more then get pity attention from everyone else.

Spinning room go fweep fwaap

“invisible”

(a mediocre poem by someone who is not a writer)

I cannot leave my room due to pain

I have an invisible illness

I hide my hands out of embarrassment of a rash

I have an invisible illness

I am late due to hypersomnia

I have an invisible illness

I cannot raise up my head due to fatigue

I have an invisible illness

I take a multitude of meds

I have an invisible illness

I am absent due to doctors much more than others

I have an invisible illness

I cannot walk as fast as my peers

I have an invisible illness

I need to sit after 5 minutes of standing

I have an invisible illness

Simply standing makes me short of breath

I have an invisible illness

I use my mobility aids

Do you see me now?

I just clenched my butt cheeks and my back popped.

Doctor: Here's a medication I want you to try, but it is a bit big. You might need to break it into smaller pieces so you don't choke.

Me:

"I'm okay." I say as my bones crack into a thousand pieces.

"It doesn't hurt." I respond when asked about bruises all over my body.

"Really, I'm fine." I tell my friend as I can physically feel my muscles separate from the surrounding tissue.

"I can make it." I assure my mother before entering a mall with no mobility aids.

"It's gotten better." I lie to my doctor.

bad pain day, 2023, me

alternate titles include “ouch :(“ and “my fucking hips hurt”

This is the scariest thing with a chronic illness because we might have to change plans at the last minute due to a flare or any sudden health problems.

My biggest fear is that the person on the other end hates me because of this.

I'm not just overdramatic, I'm also overstimulated

Mom: She is nearsighted and has a stigmatism.

Me *finger guns*: Yeah I do!

Mom *disappointed look*

Alice Roosevelt would be a menace if she were a part of GenZ.

Think about it. She would be the first to be arrested in protests, get bailed out immediately and become an even bigger problem.

And she would actually be someone to bring attention to actual problems by discussing them at the White House.

I love her with all of my being and strive to be as big of a nuisance as she would want me to be.

Me finding a new recipe I like: This is really good!

Also me, a Potsie: Now, how much salt can I hide in this?

I do the dancy dance to get in my panty pants.

If Brooklyn's Here was a person, it would be Steve Rogers.

It feels like there is a little man under my kneecaps trying to get out

Someone please help Amber.

Dargoa: Actual human interaction

Erik: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my gondola for 30 minutes can’t?

knees go woop

What I wouldn't do to hear Kholby Wardell sing Noel's Lament in French.

My toxic trait is that if I can't find anything I want to eat, even if I'm hungry, I won't eat at all.

Fuckin' Finally

FYI to sick or disabled folks and those who assist or care for them:  Simplicity patterns has a new line of adaptive sewing patterns.  Designs include tops with port access, clothing with velcro closures, bags and cushions for mobility aids, bibs, chemo hats, and more.

I’m excited about these because they are the first patterns of this kind I’ve seen anywhere.  And Simplicity patterns are great for beginning sewists, with very clear step by step instructions and illustrations.

Patterns can be purchased here:  https://simplicity.com/simplicity/adaptive/

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Me: You know how to play the fiddle???

You go to hell, but Satan tells you he’ll send you to heaven if you can beat him in one game of your choice.

I hate having functional weakness. I can deal with it in my arms and legs, but I absolutely hate it when it is in my jaw.

I can't talk, eat, or drink and when people talk to me, I seem rude. (Unless I'm with someone who knows about it.)

It drives me nuts.

Have I told y’all about my husband’s Fork Theory?  If I did already, pretend I didn’t, I’m an old.

So the Spoon Theory is a fundamental metaphor used often in the chronic pain/chronic illness communities to explain to non-spoonies why life is harder for them. It’s super useful and we use that all the time. But it has a corollary.  You know the phrase, “Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” right? Well, Fork Theory is that one has a Fork Limit, that is, you can probably cope okay with one fork stuck in you, maybe two or three, but at some point you will lose your shit if one more fork happens.  A fork could range from being hungry or having to pee to getting a new bill or a new diagnosis of illness. There are lots of different sizes of forks, and volume vs. quantity means that the fork limit is not absolute. I might be able to deal with 20 tiny little escargot fork annoyances, such as a hangnail or slightly suboptimal pants, but not even one “you poked my trigger on purpose because you think it’s fun to see me melt down” pitchfork.

This is super relevant for neurodivergent folk. Like, you might be able to deal with your feet being cold or a tag, but not both. Hubby describes the situation as “It may seem weird that I just get up and leave the conversation to go to the bathroom, but you just dumped a new financial burden on me and I already had to pee, and going to the bathroom is the fork I can get rid of the fastest.”

Everyone is preparing me for the day I get better.

No one is preparing me for when it's not.