This week has been eventfull. And I don't know if it is good or bad.
On monday I got a very disturbing email from my boss. He was concerned that I wasn't feeling great while on the job. Like duh you moron, I have a chronic and incurable disorder which gives me a lot of pain, do you really think I feel great? But anyway, he mailed my teacher, and they decided (without consulting me) that they would terminate my internship. Nice mail guys, thanks.
Again my FMS fucks something up for me. Actually, the ignorant people fuck things up for me. This has been the story of my life: You are sick, we don't know what to do with it so you are fired. What ever happend to helping eacht other out? Don't I need an income to pay my rent and food? And it was not because I didn't do my job, it was purely because he didn't understand what was wrong with me so he didn't know how to deal with it.
Well mister, it is my job to deal with it, it is your job to not sent people out into the cold while they try and work very hard. The day I heard I wasn't very upset, but the next day I almost went down there to hit him. I'm not kidding. I was so pissed! And I still am. Because of all of the ignorant people in the world, and the people that don't want to understand, I get screwed over every time.
Now for the good news. I have been trying to get some money to go on vacation for a while now, and this week I finally got it. So I am leaving this dreadfull country for a few days, and spent all my time on relaxing and shopping. Not that those two go hand in hand, but still it is so much better than sitting at home stressing over school. So christmas shopping, here I come!
I know beforehand that this trip will kill me, so it is kinda a good thing my internship ended, because I will need the time to recover. But that will not dull my spirit...I AM GOING TO LONDON YAY!!!
xoxo
Just Me
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
How it began
It is only fair to know everything, so I am gonna tell you how it all began.
I became sick when I was 9. Very young, I know. But anyway, I fell, hit my head and never recovered. And 10 years later they could finally tell me what was wrong. I have Fibromyalgia. How do you react? Fuck NO!!!! My life is over!
Euhm, no. I kinda already knew what I had because my mom has it and I recognized it, but still, the general message that comes with this diagnosis is: You will be in pain for the rest of your life. Now deal with it. Which, ofcourse, is easier said than done. I already had 10 years of experience, so I kinda already dealth with it, but it is still depressing.
Lets make a summary of Fibromyalgia (FMS, the S stands for syndrom):
You are in a lot of pain
You are always exhausted
You always have a headache (in my case)
and much more but then it wouldn't be a summary anymore.
When I was 9 it was too much, and when i was 15 I turned my life around and started fighting.
So what will be the meaning of this blog? I want to share my story, I want to show people we can do so much more than we think and I want to help some of you by showing how I deal with it.
Because believe me, your life is not over when you are chronically ill.
xoxo
Just Me
I became sick when I was 9. Very young, I know. But anyway, I fell, hit my head and never recovered. And 10 years later they could finally tell me what was wrong. I have Fibromyalgia. How do you react? Fuck NO!!!! My life is over!
Euhm, no. I kinda already knew what I had because my mom has it and I recognized it, but still, the general message that comes with this diagnosis is: You will be in pain for the rest of your life. Now deal with it. Which, ofcourse, is easier said than done. I already had 10 years of experience, so I kinda already dealth with it, but it is still depressing.
Lets make a summary of Fibromyalgia (FMS, the S stands for syndrom):
You are in a lot of pain
You are always exhausted
You always have a headache (in my case)
and much more but then it wouldn't be a summary anymore.
When I was 9 it was too much, and when i was 15 I turned my life around and started fighting.
So what will be the meaning of this blog? I want to share my story, I want to show people we can do so much more than we think and I want to help some of you by showing how I deal with it.
Because believe me, your life is not over when you are chronically ill.
xoxo
Just Me
One year later
Okay....so.....
I started this blog almost a year ago, and I had 23 blogs. But I haven't been on here since July, so I removed them all and starting over.
I am now devoting this blog to being happy when being sick. I had a few posts about being sick, but more about complaining. And you know what? That is not who I am. I almost used this blog to be my bitch board, and that is not fair.
So, a new chapter. From now on I will try to post more often (don't shoot me if I don't) and more positive (although I will rant when needed). So welcome to my new blog, and I will start writing a new blog now. Or when I come back from the gym.
xoxo
Just Me
I started this blog almost a year ago, and I had 23 blogs. But I haven't been on here since July, so I removed them all and starting over.
I am now devoting this blog to being happy when being sick. I had a few posts about being sick, but more about complaining. And you know what? That is not who I am. I almost used this blog to be my bitch board, and that is not fair.
So, a new chapter. From now on I will try to post more often (don't shoot me if I don't) and more positive (although I will rant when needed). So welcome to my new blog, and I will start writing a new blog now. Or when I come back from the gym.
xoxo
Just Me
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