[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Don’t know if the symptoms are due to the same old illness - or a brain tumor”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Picks up key - “What is this and what do I do with it?”]

Happens all the time. My brain can’t connect the dots, and I just stand there, baffled over something as simple as a key or a remote control.

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I’m 20 with a cane. She’s 90 with a walker. This seems backwards.

[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: “Go to ER, doc asks you what meds to give”]

I’m sorry if this has been done before, but this happens every time, and it never fails to crack me up.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Tell pdoc you need a heavy duty tranq for insomnia. Gives you “mild” pill instead. Awake for days”]

Seriously I am so sick of docs not listening to me/taking me seriously. I have lived with this (and all my other illnesses/disabilities) my ENTIRE LIFE. I have not been adequately medicated for my insomnia for months now and I am seriously on the verge of a mental breakdown. If I didn’t have class tomorrow morning I would be in the ER right now. That’s the plan for tomorrow night if this continues. I just can’t deal anymore.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “See doctor to confirm what you already know, even if they can’t do anything about it.”]

long story short, i’ve been doing serious research trying to pin down all of my symptoms for the last seven or so months.  got an appointment with a rheumatologist specifically so i could get a proper diagnosis—and whaddya know, i was right.  it’s fibro.  pain meds and attempting exercise it is, then.

too bad i’m only on my parents’ insurance until i turn 26 in november and then i’m screwed for appointments and pain meds (not to mention my depression meds) until i can afford insurance on my own. :|

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[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Doctor: “Because of your autoimmune disease.” “My what?””]

My allergist said this to me at my last appointment, despite the fact I’m not diagnosed with one and I’d just seen a rheum who had supposedly ruled it out. It was news to me. Now I’m being referred to an immunologist.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Immune system, what’s that?”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Get a cold, spend whole semester getting over it”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Amenorrhea for the last three months of the year. Let’s ring in the year with hell.”]

I’ve always had problems with my estrogen levels, and it seems like they’re back. 

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Top text reads: “Doctor asks what your symptoms are” Bottom text reads: “Prescribes medication for one of your least problematic symptoms and ignores the rest”]

I have had this doctor for several years and she has this tendency to get hung up on my dizziness, even though I barely ever get that anymore and when I do it’s just ‘cause I haven’t been drinking enough that day. Meanwhile I’ve had chronic fatigue that’s gotten to the point where I can barely feed myself and my cat and her only suggestion for that is to up my dosage of drowsiness-inducing medication.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Finally finds medicine that works Insurance company decides to fight against it”]

I found a medicine for my JRA that finally works with minimum side effects. Sure, it hurts to take and I need to give myself a needle every day now, but better than being a steroid-fueled rage-a-holic. However, my insurance company decides it would be a GRAND idea to tell me I should stop taking it. Me and my mother keep having to fight for me to be able to get it, since this happens at least bi-monthly.

Oh, did I mention this has been going on for 3 years now?