[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “So, what do you do?” Please god anything but this question]
I know people are just trying to get to know you, which is why it’s so hard to dodge this extremely simple conversation starter. But being asked “Where do you work?” or “Where do you go to school?” when you can’t do either leaves you kind of stumbling for an answer, especially if your illness(es) are completely invisible. It’s so hard to explain and really kind of a mood killer, plus who wants to share their health information with a stranger, even a friendly one? Of course, that could just be the “oh my god they’re judging me” anxiety acting up every time I hear it…
It’s not exactly that question, but I can connect to that awful feeling when you’re trying to dodge questions, but it just doesn’t work. They always think it’s ok to ask you questions, because, OF COURSE, the answer will be nothing serious. But then, if you’re being honest at last, it’s the ultimate conversation/mood killer.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Have trouble talking because of fibro-fog” - “Friend thinks it’s because I’m shy”]
I had this conversation with a friend the other day, about the fact that I’m actually pretty shy (if you don’t know me). She said she could tell by the fact that I sometimes “stutter” (the usual fibro-fog kind). I told her it’s because of my illness, but I’m not quite sure she understood.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Limping far behind main group - What is this, a nature documentary?”]
You guys, if I get eaten by wolves I am going to be so mad at you.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Top text reads: “Period arrives.” Bottom text reads: “Time to curl up in the fetal position for three days.”]
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Go to pick up medicine for memory - forget what it’s called.”]
The doctors constantly ask me a million questions about things when clearly, my records say I have horrible memory.
My new Gentlemon Squirtle tattoo on my left hip. His name is Sir Bernard Shellington.
Don’t worry! I found the original artist to this picture on DeviantArt and asked for permission to use this image. He said yes and asked for pictures when it was done. :)
This tattoo was done by Alex C. at Bleed Blue Tattoo in Lexington, KY. She’s an AMAZING artist and a sweetheart! We talked Adventure Time and cartoons and she put in a lot of hard work and effort into my fourth piece.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads quote from Kung Fu Panda 2: “Ah my old enemy…. STAIRS”]
Evey.fucking.time.
(my department is ALWAYS on the 4th/5th floor, and I have to go up there every morning.)
#fibromyalgia #fms #cfs
The story is the “Spear and the Shield.” By Zi Xiang Mao Dun. My grandma used to tell me this before bed.
On the left side, there is a quote next to the demon that stands alone. “50 laughing at 100.” Another chinese idiom. It doesn’t matter if you take 50 steps back or 100, if you’ve retreated, you’ve lost.
Michael Anthony Glascock, my amazing tattoo artist and damn near the best pseudo big brother I’ve ever had put some hardwork into my back. he’s currently in Thailand but is planning to settle down in Hawaii in the next month or so. Facebook him and set an appointment! Whogoesrawr?
We once translated this idiom in class. It’s the reason why “maodun” means “contradiction” in chinese.
Somehow I miss classic chinese classes. It was hard, but it was also fun!
(above all I miss having fun in university, but that’s something else…)
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Have a bad case of Fibro Fog. Convince yourself it’s the Silence.”]
For all the Doctor Who fans out there :)
Haha, already told this one to my friends the other day.
I find this very convincing!
This is my storm trooper right after we were finished, located on my forearm. Getting it colored in a few weeks, but I’m highly satisfied with the outline as is.
Done at Wise Guys in Hagerstown, MD. by Dustin.
One time, while in class, some kids threw a highly detailed picture of a penis at me, hoping I’d burn or something. I calmly set the paper on my desk, took out a black sharpie and wrote “You know, for someone who claims to be straight, you spend an awful lot of time drawing penises. Just saying.” and threw it back. They read it, then one of them turned to me and said “We’re not fucking gay! That’s you.” in a yell whisper. Suppressing a laugh, I whispered back. “Could’ve fooled me.”
A couple days later after a series of dirty looks coming from that area of the room, the boy I had spoken too came up to me and asked, “Why did you think I was gay?” I told him it was because he was spending most of his time drawing penises in class. “But why else??” I told him that was pretty much it and he walked away, but it made me laugh how worried he got over one small comment concerning his sexuality. Straight (cough) guys are funny that way.
Oh and by the way, neither him nor his group ever threw anything at me again.(Submitted by made-of-molasses)

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[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads quote from Kung Fu Panda 2: “Ah my old enemy…. STAIRS”]
Evey.fucking.time.
(my department is ALWAYS on the 4th/5th floor, and I have to go up there every morning.)
#fibromyalgia #fms #cfs](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly3jztcM6k1qi36g3o1_400.jpg)


