(Although I probably put more stock in the protection of the evil eye than in the magnets on the jewellery that don't even penetrate the skin... But, placebo, so I'll keep schtum)

I say this while wearing an evil eye bracelet, but mine cost a quid and also I bought them more as friendship bracelets and, critically, I don't expect it to help my pain in any way

I'm at least partly to blame for her getting taken in, actually. We've a shared Amazon and I recently bought a splint that was recommended by my physiotherapist, but from a brand called "Dr Arthritis" and she probably saw a "similar items" thing with it on

Hba1c has actually gone down versus 15 months ago so TAKE THAT, fatphobes

Of course, it means I've no idea why my vertigo is back at a level I haven't had since I was at university...

Genetics may be strong, but so - apparently - is my pancreas! I think my hba1c is actually lower than it was a year ago, and so is my blood pressure, so ner

(And my eating disorder doesn't care that she means well...)

I'm still fat as ever, I just look good in red leopard print

I'm going to be the only person who stops wearing a particular dress because people keep thinking that I've lost weight every time they see me wearing it...

Tw: suicidal ideation
Therapist: You're still selecting that you feel suicidal at least a few days a week
Me: Well... *gestures vaguely at everything* #CunTherapy

Work with my current therapist isn't even addressing my trauma, on account of it taking me outside of my "window of tolerance" which is therapist code for "going off the fucking deep end" #CunTherapy

Okay, this bit is better. I keep swishing my head. And my headache is gone #CunTherapy

I am actually feeling vaguely positive about the whole thing at the moment, but that's not funny (not that any of the rest of my observations so far have been) #CunTherapy

Plus the phrase "become your own therapist" was mentioned again and like no, that's why I come to you #CunTherapy