#chronic humour

[colitisandme]

You have never known strength until you have had to live it everyday.

Keep going warriors.

Love and light to you all xx

[mxmorbidmidnight]

I’m having a flair up with symptoms making mobility difficult ❌

mY LeGs dO tirE siRe!!! In a medieval peasant accent ✅

[rainbowchihuahuabunny]

That chronic illness feel when you are in so much pain but you don't have the spoons to get up and get your pain medicine so you just lie there. In pain.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

KRISTINA-

✨ behold the funniest fucking woman on the planet~

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 46

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

habits of my heart by tusslee

Keith swallowed nervously, afraid to ask what it was Lance wanted, but his mouth was ahead of his brain, “What do you want then?” “You. All the time. In every sense. It’s insane.” Lance said with a laugh that sounded a little manic. “I want to hold your hand and shit. I want to just be near you, like some love-sick girl, but I think that’s what I am. I think I fucking love you, holy shit.”

no bc i need yall to understand how batshit insane i went when reading this specific piece of dialgue in-story the first time. im pretty sure i actually gasped out loud. the easy immediate and pained you oh i did not recover for a long ass time

2. falling by tusslee

Lance was also not entirely the idiot everyone thought him to be. Oblivious in some aspects, yes. Naïve to an extent, also yes. But Lance knew a little bit of the psychology behind dreams and how they were basically your subconscious projecting your fears, or whatever. Okay so he didn’t know the exact details, but he knew enough to piece together why his fear of falling was quickly becoming the main focus of his dreams night after night. And of course like everything else that went wrong in Lance’s life, it was Keith’s fault.

I LOVE ME SOME GAY METAPHORS ‼️‼️‼️ like i wonder why you are afraid of falling lance!! and i wonder what is going to soothe that fear!! hm!!! what mystery!!! what intrigue!! HM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3. curing space blues by tusslee

The weightlessness of zero gravity doesn’t apply to feelings, Lance learns.

i'll read homesick lance and awkward but determined to help keith a thousand times in a thousand different ways idc. it never ever gets old. bc it's just so true that is what happened is it not. this is them

4. wherever you will go by tusslee

“I want to be someone you count on and come to when you’re upset. I want to be important to you, Lance, because you’re really important to me.” Silence stretched between them when Keith lost the nerve to continue. He kept his eyes on their hands, noticed the color contrast between them and wondered if it’d look so profound if it was more than just their fingers twined together.

first of all. lance calling keith red and keith calling lance pretty. send tweet. second of all. choked up by his own difficulty expressing emotions but so deeply loving that he tries anyway keith makes me actually sob with my real tears every single time. without fail. keith i love you keith you are so everything keith you do all that you do with everything you have to give

5. Guy That I'd Kinda be Into by spirkylurkey

Lotor thinks Lance is cute. So does Keith. They're all in a floating space-castle together. This is going to be a problem. i miss the good old days!! when messy dumb comedic gay love triangles were abundant!! they were so much fun!! and so for you i present a messy dumb comedic gay love triangle. i also miss the animatic that used to exist with the song from the title. old voltron you were a mess and a half and i miss you truly

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[jarjarblinks]

guys should i go to med school? because based on my health care team, all you have to do is gaslight patients, tell AFABs they have hysteria and Black people that they can’t feel pain. is that— should I go for it I guess? /sarcasm

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

[notabeanie]

Sort of like communism, sleep hygiene is a beautiful ideal that mostly doesn't hold up in real life

[nikothebookdragon]

first time speaking to a mental health professional and I LITERALLY GOT PRESCRIBED FIGURE SKATING

straight up got told to prioritise skating next semester this is HILARIOUS

[yumethio]

list of my f/os who would ACTUALLY TOLERATE ME IRL: (note: this is based off which one of them can tolerate me when im hanging out with my friends)

-arven (it would take him a while but we'll get there) -avery (we'd make fun of the people who bully me ngl) -ilima (he'd probably get fed up after the fourth mention of skibidi toilet) -ga ming (HE WOULD BE MAKING THE SKIBIDI TOILET JOKES WITH ME) -kieran (he wouldnt get the inside jokes but he'd somehow tolerate me)

list of my f/os who wouls ABSOLUTELY DIE if they were in my vicinity: (again, based off which one can tolerate me with my friends)

-AMETHIO (he wouldnt even look my way bro) -SILVER (he'd bully me tbh 😔😔😔) SILVER WOULD CALL ME A SLUR TBH -piers (would probably mistake me for an eshay ngl)

overall: none of my f/os would actually be able to deal with me when im with my friends. our humour is too immature and all of them would end up dead if they were to interact with us. just a side note, we ironically say stuff like 'skibidi rizz' and 'ohio sigma' in a way of making fun of people who genuinely use them

[a-queer-mess]

it's that time of the month (the few days I'm unmedicated because I forgot to order my prescription)

[jarjarblinks]

little shop of horrors, you mean, my body?

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

[tashrex]

I am disabled. I have chronic pain caused by a genetic mutation. I wasn’t diagnosed until I was pregnant and that only happened because the healthcare system (specifically the obstetrics variety) was playing hot potato with who had to have miss “probably a bad outcome” on their service.

Being shunted from specialty to specialty is nothing new to me. My whole life doctors would play a fun game of “not it” with my file. One doctor I was asking for help with arthritis between my vertebrae that made it painful every time I took a breath for 2 years told me it would hurt less if I journaled and patted me on the head.

But I digress. I give all this background to say I have been vomiting for months and my body has finally given up and elected to nap my way out of this bile filled river I have been rafting down. So my darling husband has been picking up more and more slack as I burp like a lightweight sailor trying to drink their way through stormy seas. The way this tired man keeps stepping up for our child makes me very attracted to him.

This is a problem as 2 days ago I threw up from sneezing too hard. I seduced my husband with the promise of the least exciting ride of his life after which I forbade him from touching me with his too warm hands. It was too late and my sweet furnace of a man had to listen to me fumble for my trusty bucket in the dark. Between heaves I muttered “worth it” to myself and he giggled. He offered to take care of me but I sent his exothermic behind as far from me as possible so I could revert to an unmoving lump in a cold dark cave until this too passes. He sweetly whispers that he loves me as he leaves so of course I reply in kind, gagging after the L of love. He made a sort of wheeze on the other side of the door.

I’m really happy I have the husband I have. Before we got married I was undiagnosed and as we left another doctor who refused to help me I sobbed and told him he didn’t have to marry me. I told him I couldn’t promise I would get better. And today I just made him laugh so hard he made a new sound. I don’t suppose there is a point to this story other than I’m happier than I ever could have hoped but I would also like to stop vomiting.

Chronic illness is such an isolating and exhausting experience so when I have little rays of magic in my days I feel like I need to catch it in a jar to light my darker nights. Perhaps shouting into this void will help me jar today.

I just need to stop avoiding journaling out of spite for that head patting doctor. May the seams of her socks never line up where she wants so they are always a teeny bit uncomfortable. And if she complains I hope someone pats her head like she isn’t a grown ass adult with a legitimate complaint.

[welcome-to-the-agender-agenda]

The one thing trauma gave me was a great sense of humour.