[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “The school nurse is your best friend”]

I go to the nurse’s office at least once, usually twice a day. We have a nice chat sometimes. She even lets me take her keys so I can get my medicine without waiting for her. She doesn’t question it when I come in anymore and told me I can take whatever I need. We’re pretty tight.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “My chi is not the problem.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “I’m not moving. You can’t make me.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Top: Orthopedist tells you to see a rheumatologist, rheumatologist tells you to see an orthopedist.  Bottom: Lather, rinse, repeat”]

I wish that House hadn’t invented the “diagnostition,” because it’s getting a little old being shuffled from doctor to doctor, and never getting answers.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Top text reads: “Is anything wrong?” Bottom text reads: “Is anything right?”]

Whenever people ask me if anything is wrong after I overreact to something (usually something trivial), my initial response is always to turn into Sternum, from Moody’s Point.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Current symptoms don’t fit any of the illnesses you have been diagnosed with. Cry.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Fill out job application. Three references? Doctor, therapist, and psychiatrist.”]

I don’t make and keep friends and acquaintances easily, so who else is supposed to know me more than one or two years and are professionals?

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Upside to having a chronic illness? It’s fun to organize your pill box”]

I hope I’m not the only person who legitimately finds it fun to organize a pill box. (“Upside” part was sarcasm. Obviously I find no “upside” to my Fibromyalgia.)

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “new side effect pops up. is it from the meds, or just another problem?”]

upped my dosage of depression meds just before the school year started. can’t tell if new insomnia problem is that, or stress, or just because my brain decided it didn’t have enough issues already.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “”your room is always messy! i won’t tolerate this any longer! why do you have to be like this?” - i don’t know mom it must be the laziness”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “TOP: Carl Wheezer from Jimmy Neutron BOTTOM: Is your spirit animal”]

You know it’s true.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “FEELS GREAT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS,HAVE SEX, SPEND WEEKS RECOVERING.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: TOP: “OMG the weather is SO bipolar!1!11” BOTTOM: …So it suffers from unbearable mania, psychosis and debilitating depression? Didn’t think so.]

I cannot tell you how many times I have to correct people on this. Bipolar disorder is not a joke. It. Is. Hell. 

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “My body is staging a violent rebellion.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Some people have a bedside table. You have a pharmacy.”]