Granted it'd be a bit noticeable if I went to work smelling like a sewer, oily hair and all lol
And yeah, I mean I get that, I really do. After a while it's just more and more piling on. I'm on so many meds to control pain/headaches/tremors/etc that it's making it so I can't concentrate/function. Go off, I'm in too much pain to concentrate/function. Most doctors (but one--and doctors say she's crazy lol) say I have Fibromyalgia. Blood work comes back saying my inflammation is in rheumatoid arthritis levels apparently, but no signs of it in joints.
It's like I'm falling apart lol. But I go on. It's just so tiring. Especially since I know that I'd have 40 years left of it if I live, and this is the least amount of pain I'll be in--it's just going to get worse.
Just so many things... too many things.
I honestly wish I would've had a diagnosis earlier. I really wish my friend, when I had a suicide attempt and stopped mid-attempt to take a friend to the er when she was caught in a suicide attempt (yes, her suicide attempt stopped mine), and she noticed it--that maybe instead of not saying something and us striking a deal where neither would stop the other, that she would have said something. But... it is how it is.
Ugh... another dark thing.... this thread needs cute kittens or something now.