Potsie Pumpkin

little miss awful body temperature regulation is taking his hoodie off again

little miss awful body temperature regulation has put his hoodie back on

disabled clown: oh boy I made it home! As a treat I’ll put on my compression socks and my compression belt and my compression shirt and my compression handkerchief and my compression handkerchief and my compression handkerchief and my compression handkerchief and my

Putting on icy hot and then getting under an electric blanket to create a sensation I’m calling ~spicy room temperature~

absolutely hate it when I wake up tired like what the fuck did I lie unconscious for

babe are you okay you reblogged got that fog in me 11 times

wait, i did? i don't remember doing that...

Chronic illness is so isolating because I am curled under a pile of blankets trying to sleep while my body kills me and my family is laughing in the living room and I can hear it through the walls but I cannot reach them

When you’re chronically ill or disabled, a short task also requires an allotted recovery time or flare time. I can vacuum my bedroom in 10 minutes with difficulty, but then I need 2 more hours to rest because I exerted myself. I might even need an entire day to recover from a more difficult task. So a 10-minute task now becomes 2+ hours, and an hour task becomes a day. So when I ask someone else to do a task I can technically physically handle, it’s because they can do it in minutes and I need hours.