Of ink and imagination

THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN YOU FORGET TO RINSE THE TUB OUT AFTER USING A LUSH INTERGALATIC BATHBOMB!

He’s fine. He got a bath.

❝ I’ve been to more hospitals than I can count. ❞

❝ Who knew, all it would take is a life-threatening, incurable illness for people to care about me? ❞

❝ Want to see me down ten huge pills at once? ❞

❝ I’m always tired. ❞

❝ You remembered to take your medication, right? ❞

❝ The people staring at you aren’t worth your time. ❞

❝ My blood sugar’s getting way too low. ❞

❝ The Doctors are telling me that my condition is going downhill. ❞

❝ I’m twenty years old and I’m already middle-aged! ❞

❝ It’s fine, I’m used to this. ❞

❝ The pain’s a normal part of it. ❞

❝ You know I can’t walk very far. ❞

❝ You’d be surprised by the amount of glares I get for using a handicapped parking space. ❞

❝ Just because my illness is ‘invisible’, that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. ❞

❝ I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like. ❞

❝ How does the spoon system work? ❞

❝ Just once, I’d like to digest food on my own. ❞

❝ Can you imagine living without constant medication? ❞

❝ I’m still me. It’s not like I AM my sickness. ❞

❝ Hey, let’s pretend to be physically and mentally healthy! ❞

❝ Who needs a dozen roses when you can have sixty-five of them? ❞

❝ I don’t need your ‘miracle cure’. ❞

❝ I’m just in the typical amount of agony. Don’t mind me. ❞

❝ Are you okay? Do you need to sit down? ❞

❝ You look tired. ❞

❝ I promise I’m not judging you for your illness. ❞

❝ It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

❝ If you tell me I’m ‘too pretty’ to be disabled, I’m leaving right now. ❞

❝ I’m getting low on spoons. ❞

❝ I don’t have enough spoons. ❞

❝ I actually do need my mobility device. Don’t tell me I don’t. ❞

❝ Moving is so last season. I’m just going to stay here until my body lets me go. ❞

❝ Would you like some help? ❞

❝ Thanks for the help. ❞

❝ This medication tastes disgusting. ❞