FOREVER LOVES YOUR ART.
Aw. Thanks.
Today, I made some calming manatees, but most of them are the wrong size to go on the site.
Oh well. Would you like them?
literally me
this is in my queue but i need to REBLOG IT RIGHT NOW because calming manatee is me
Reblogging because I need to see this everyday.
I’m having this problem with my right shoulder where it kind of slips… down in the socket? like down and forward, and it clicks when I move it. not when i move my upper arm, but when i roll or shrug my shoulders. It’s been clicking (not one loud crack, but lots of soft clicks) for about a year and I never did anything about it because it didn’t hurt and I have worse joints, but now I’m having a lot of pain and I don’t know how to keep my shoulder in the right place? Like it’s down and forward, and it needs to be up and back. I’m not really… sure what to do? Or if this even makes sense, but. IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT hit me up?
Skrulls, I have EDS as well, and my shoulders, hips, and knees are tied for the worst joint award. I know alot of people hate the words, but some physical therapy is probably your best bet. Until then some of these may be of some help.
I hope you feel better.
This would be the kind of post I’d make on my Personal blog, but you know, it’s not up yet. So…
So today I went to the doctor.
I mean, that’s normal, I go to the doctor alot. I’m chronically ill. I’ll even go so far as to say I’m disabled. I have alot of things to go there for. More than most people. NBD.
But today I had to go because my health has been going down hill faster than it has been in the past. We’re getting into the really disabled shit now. Hang tags for disability parking. Housing accommodations. Keeping my own journal of health issues I’m having because I can’t be running to the ER every day. Pain medications. Higher doses of Prozac.
Going to inpatient rehab.
Add onto all of that the fact that this shit is starting to affect my heart and they are testing me for POTS now. Because, you know, I just need more things to write on my symptom list, which is already 6 pages long.
This BS is attacking my heart now? Get out.
I’m so angry at my body right now. It’s bad enough that I need a service animal to help me get up and carry things for me. That I have to wear a wrist brace to bowl, do archery, or carry a plate. That some days I can’t get out of bed by myself. But now I can’t sit up? Stand? Bend over?
The fibro already got into my hands now. I already can’t go out in the winter.
Not to mention that the test they do for it is fun as heck. Getting suspended at 60 to 80 degrees until I pass out?
Yep.
Fun.
EKGs. Eckocardiagrams.
That wheelchair just keeps getting closer and closer to me all the time.
And right now.
It’s too close.
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