I would not wish POTs on my worst enemy, not as I experience it anyway. I'll preface by saying I have been told that I have one of the most severe cases the doctors at my local hospital have ever seen, and that I was turned away from the Mayo Clinic because they determined that there was 'nothing more than what my doctors were already doing for them to do'. Which leads me neatly to my point: Living with POTs is living a half-life. Half energy. Half stability. Half brain power. Half the days I can't walk, can't string words together without sounding drunk. I have neuropathy throughout my entire body that makes it near impossible to perform normal activities of living. Where is my quality of life? Why do I have to live like this? I just want to LIVE. And I can barely, BARELY do that.















