I got stuck in bed entirely because my pulse went haywire, but now I finally got a window of enough energy to get downstairs and grab whatever the machine is called that checks your blood pressure and pulse. And the thing that's so confusing is that technically the numbers would indicate that everything looks completely healthy and normal.
But I have naturally low blood pressure and yet I get those intense spikes where my pulse will go from like 70 ish to 100+ without warning and leaving me immobilized for however long it decides to race. And the only reason I could check now was because it calmed down enough for me to actually stand up and walk without fearing I might collapse, I have no idea if it was actually higher than what the machine is telling me now.
My pulse always caused me issues (especially during sports) growing up, but I never got wrecked to this level before. I feel a tiny bit better now but I can feel that it's not completely over yet, and I don't know when it will be. Laying in bed makes me feel fucked up in the head from despair but I have no other choice when it's the only thing that doesn't make me feel like I'll crumble and fall over.
I guess the upside is that the pain flares I had this morning is giving me a break now, and that the racing pulse helps me keep a bit warmer than usual so I won't need to turn the heater on lol. Nothing bad that doesn't bring something good I guess.
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When I went to the doctor's for an appointment recently, I had to be weighed, and I got very happy with the number I saw. I mentioned to the nurse that this is the healthiest weight I've been at in years, now that it's going up. And despite the fact that I was expressing joy- despite the fact I said I felt healthier than ever before- the second I mentioned I was gaining weight she said "Oh no!"
This is the mindset that kept me from finding joy in my own body, even after transitioning. This is the mindset that kept me unhealthy and on the verge of liver failure for years, that went so far as to put me in the hospital with my organs shutting down. Fat people are simply not allowed to like themselves. The idea that fat is nothing but a bad thing, the idea that wanting to be fatter is gross and fetishistic even. The idea that any fat can never be healthy, despite it being so necessary for so many bodily functions. Beating all this into my head telling me, over and over: "I don't care about your joy and health; you look ugly to me now." That's what nearly killed me.
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so sick and twisted that i spent so much time looking after other people that asking for help is now an unforgivable sin to me. like no i wont make anyone else Help me bc all i am is someone to Help others so i shouldn't need help or do anything to make anyone else feel like that and whats worse is like 5 years ago my friend predicted this shit like I've been feeling guilty about getting basic help for over 5 years and it just gets worse
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the constant reminder that my friend group has friends beyond me and are getting more by the day and are getting perpetually happier and i am just slowly backsliding into fucking unlovable nothing because i am physically incapable of making friends now that i'm not a pre-burnout young teenager
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>:| was cooling off by playing the bass which i know i do pretty badly but its fun to me and my housemates brother fucking busts in and starts explaining to me how my bass sucks and my playing sucks and why i need to know x y and z and do i even know minor chords and why do i only play tabs can you shut the fuck up maybe before i start smashing your brains in with my beautiful cheap bass
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