[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “What’s so stressful about being a greeter?” “Says the person without crippling social anxiety about a job that requires working with people day in and day out.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “”Wow you’ve gained weight.” Say it again and I’ll sit on you.”]

Anybody else experience terrible weight gain as a side effect? They put me on Abilify and I gained 60 pounds…yeah, that helped my “recovered” e.d….

[Image: 6-piece blue coloured background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Complain about nerve problem in wrist making it itch all the time. Get self harm referral instead of neurophysiology”]

Yes, there is a scar on the side of my wrist thanks to the itching, which as I explained to the doctor was because I scratched it off in my sleep because it was itching. No, I was not intending to harm myself. I was asleep. >_>

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Text reads: “Eating disorder triggers IBS. IBS triggers eating disorder.”]

Aah, the perpetual cycle.

Submitted by quantum-angel (whose computer is broken) and amorphe-hexe (who has the functioning computer, has to put up with his flashback complaints, and has many of the same issues).

[Image: Top half: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Chronic pain flares”. Bottom half: 4-piece teal and purple colored background with the head of a puma. Text reads: “Flash back to every time friends and family denied that you had it, ever.”]

Presenting a mashup with our friend, PTSD Puma.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Receptionists at the doctor’s office know your name before looking you up”]

I’ve started saying “see ya soon” on the way out, haha.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “First half of decade playing down illness to seem normal” Bottom: “Second half of decade playing up symptoms just to be taken seriously”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Treatment” Bottom: “Makes you feel worse than disease”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Frozen Peas <3” Bottom: “Migraine/Fever treatment and microwavable food source”]

On my head right now.
To be eaten at minimal effort later. 

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Sex helps with mental state & chronic pain relief” Bottom: “Partner convinced it causes flares”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Have to explain your medication” Bottom: “To medical personnel”]

[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: “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: “Cortisone Epidural doesn’t work; doctor recommends a second try. ‘Hey Doc, remind me again, what’s the definition of insanity?’”]

 I had to get an epidural injection in December to try and manage the pain. It didn’t work, so he decided to try it again today. Isn’t the definition of insanity repeating the same thing over and over expecting different results?