In spite of objective clinical signs my neurologist concluded that I am likely suffering from “psychosomatic illness” and has effectively discharged me. Not ideal. I was even offered a bed at the psychiatric hospital. Anyway. At least she prescribed me a wheelchair. Broom broom. #swag

I spend most of my time in bed on the world’s most irregular sleep schedule eating snacks because I don’t have the energy to sit up for meals three times a day. It’s not fun. I mean, the snacks are nice I guess, but I do miss life. I’m not getting any treatment so I’m looking for a second opinion.

gimme dat soop

I have some fairy lights downstairs when I have the energy I’m going to bring them up and put them on the shelves but I can only do one household task a day hahaha

The massive cow Squishmallow I’ve called Isla is being used to try to prevent the cat’s entry and access to my guitar, flute and potentially the shelves because she can JUMP

I saw a neurologist who did an incomplete examination and wrote on my prescription that it was probably psychiatric however I had a *non-psychiatric* sign of a central nervous system disorder. I’d say “make it make sense” but I feel so ill I don’t care, I just want treatment. Here’s my walk lol

He sounded angry at me for calling in the first place and said to just go to the GP. My apologies for being under the impression that suddenly developing an abnormal gait and feeling like I’m going to pass out all the time was somehow not urgent

Yeah the thing is I’m so tired to the point where I can’t think straight and that’s why I need help with the doctors 😔

Do you know how many times I’ve been asked if I am pregnant. I said no it’s impossible, my illness started during my period. Nonetheless I’ve had a blood test for pregnancy AND the ultrasound looked to see if there was a baby in there. Bro I AM NOT PREGANTEEEE

Nah there was this one short stay emergency mental hospital in Nancy that was quite chill they let me keep my phone charger but I didn’t bring my glasses so I couldn’t see the TV 😆

I have a family history of inflammatory bowel disease so it’s not entirely ideal if I have an IBD and they’ve just decided not to write it down…

I hate doctors, I hate the fact you have to actually fight to get help when you’re sick, it’s like, shouldn’t this be the other way round?

The psychiatrist is weird about letting Gaël come in even when I can’t talk properly which is not helpful. I’m extremely shy with people I don’t know and trust and don’t like advocating for myself. Maybe I could just write stuff down