Laughter is the Best Medicine
ATTENTION SICKOS WITH AUTOIMMUNE DISEASES:

If you would kindly click this link, read the post it leads to, and even help her out with this some, I would be oh so grateful. I’m sure some of you would be interested in participating in this. Seriously though, and I know this isn’t typically a serious blog that promotes things but, go take a look. It won’t hurt to open a new tab, won’t even interrupt your scrolling much.

And if you can help her even a teensy bit, you get points for yourself. Which I keep track of. Not really. Also cyber cookies.

sick chick problems

Mom: I know you’re sick but I don’t want you in bed all the time. You’ll get depressed.

Me: Okay, I’ll try.

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Dad: If you’re healthy enough to get out of the house, you’re healthy enough to go to school.

Me: 

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “see pretty/cute pill box, act like a kid on christmas morning”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “see pretty/cute pill box, act like a kid on christmas morning”]