Let me tell you a tiny story about Chronic Illness.

Last night was a typical night… I’d rested all day. No makeup, no clothes, just PJs and ice and heat and medicine. I fell asleep at 02:00 am. with my head wrapped in ice and 2 heating pads on my back and right hip. Mini coma ensued. I dreamt. I kept sleeping.

At 2:00 pm, I woke up. Detangled myself from heating pad cords, got to the restroom, and took my morning meds.

A 12 hour mini coma. Restful, right? Nope. I’m absolutely EXHAUSTED. My head has a mild migraine, my back is screaming. I slipped back into bed.

It’s now 5 pm, and here I lie. Changing my head wrap ice, laying on the heater, and binging Millionaire Matchup on Netflix. I’ve had some coffee and my medicine. I can’t face getting up to actually eat anything because I’m too tired.

How can anyone be tired after 12 hours of sleep? 🙋🏻‍♀️

And that, my friends, is Chronic Illness.

It controls my life, it is bigger than my life. It’s a huge monster, and I’m this tiny spark of a person living under its smothering  layers and layers. It makes me very sad. Never in a million years could I have imagined this kind of existence. I had no idea it was a possibility. As they say: with Chronic Illness, you don’t get it until you get it.

Maybe I’ll be adventurous and actually get a small snack when I get some new head ice? Wish me luck!

Hello World and all that inhabit it!😊

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