I was described as someone subconsciously exaggerating and worsening my own illness for some kind of gain. Repeatedly told I don’t have a real illness. Denied tests. Told it’s just PTSD.

I’m so stuck, and so sick; only getting worse while being denied basic medical care and testing to find out why.

The list of symptoms is so long I don’t have room to write them all here, but the doctors refuse to carry out any tests, insisting I’m just mentally ill and that medical tests will reinforce my deluded beliefs that I’m “actually ill” and it’ll make me worse and I’ll only come back wanting more tests

Health update: deteriorating terribly, it’s especially bad at night, so much so that every morning I wake up I feel groggy and sick, sure, but relieved because it feels like it’s not a guarantee anymore. The seizures and psychosis aren’t stopping, it’s hard to breathe at night.

Painfully accurate

I laughed at a doctor to her face yesterday for implying I had Munchausen’s. I do wish I weren’t so delirious as to lose my inhibitions but I also think, upon reflection, that she deserved it

The inevitability, yet the importance, of suffering I can’t walk very well. I can’t talk very well. I can’t stand for long, sit for long, tolerate the light for long. My body is sick and sore and exhausted; my muscles cramp in strange fashions and I…

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Ah yes cute

10/10 like you

If you ever get sick in France LEAVE FRANCE immediately. Worst medical system on the entire planet you’d probably get better care in Saddam Hussein’s hiding spot and you have to pay for the privilege

Need an automated message to everyone on all my social media accounts to say I’m sorry if I didn’t wish you a happy new year I just have some kind of brain disease and also hit my head on the floor earlier during a seizure #egghead

Breaking news : criminal activity reported at the Christmas dinner table

Miranda dressed in black in a wheelchair in the train’s wheelchair spot. Why are my pupils so dilated? My mum asked the same question. In fact so did my neurologist before concluding I probably just look like that all the time. I do not.

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.

I haven’t posted in a while but I don’t have much in the way of positive updates, just getting sicker. Struggling to walk still and having increasingly frequent episodes of confusion, forgetfulness, slurred or difficult speech, migraines, spinal pain, palpitations, chills and tremors. All quite odd.

gimme dat soop

Cute calico cat at the table waiting for soup

My cat Biscuit patiently waiting for a bowl a soup

genocidal freak state couldn’t even uphold a ceasefire for a matter of hours, more at 10

In better news we got a cat tree for miss Biscuit 🐈

Been sick for seven weeks and usually try to avoid staying in my pyjamas all day just to feel more ~alive~ but some pyjamas are simply too BOO-tiful 👻

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 did however find a cheap rope shelf set online and found the energy to hang it up and now my corner of the room is very cute

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

Hello all, still very sick and struggling to walk, however my cat is still very cute so it’s not all bad

Hospital wheelchair with pink seat

Quite rapidly losing the ability to walk so had to get a CT scan to rule out a stroke and I got to ride in the slaymobile broom broom

sick Miranda and cute calico cat in bed

cute calico cat on bed

Apologies to @gcmh.bsky.social whose spot has been taken

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

If you’re wondering how today is going I phoned the urgent medical advice line bc I’m getting so ill and the doctor kept interrupting me and finally asked if I always talked “strangely like that” and when I asked “like what?” he said “are you foreign?”
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@ptrtlrwrts.bsky.social Ed Davey is beefing with Elmo on the bird app

As I can’t really go out anywhere I’ve dedicated my time and money to spoiling Miss Biscuit with online purchases (excuse the mess I kind of live on the sofa when I’m not asleep lol) #catsofbluesky