LaunchesKayaks

Like last time, constructive criticism is welcome!

No longer told I'm young

Not told that it's my weight

Not told that it's my mental health

She acknowledges my miserable state

Giving so many vials of blood

I hope to find a cure

Or at least some sort of treatment

For the hell that I endure

Waiting waiting waiting

For the next appointment date

Anxious for a diagnosis

To learn about my fate

The doctor could not tell me

What she thinks is wrong

She started me on medicine anyway

My heart sang a joyous song

More tests need done for a diagnosis

But that's not the most important part

Being given something to make me feel better...

I've waited so long to start.

My whole life has been pain

And suffering and woe

I never thought I'd be taken seriously

And misery is all I'd know

But now I have hope

To be free from this strife

To take my freedom for myself

To be able to have a life

My poetry is hella shitty, but I wanted to post this anyway because I'm really happy that my new rheumatologist is taking me seriously and I need everyone to know lol. I'm finally getting treatment for how shitty I feel after trying to get taken seriously for 20 goddamn years. Hoping the treatment works. :)

I have very painful joints and expect to get formally diagnosed with arthritis tomorrow. I love cross stitching, but my god does it make my hands hurt. I also work in IT, so my hands are in use all day for my job. I want to be able to craft after work to relax, but my hands just hurt and cramp immediately when I try to work on a project.

I need to settle an argument I started. My argument: olives are gross.

I will die on this hill.

Then she got an exam and her smile went away. She doesn't like the vet touching her. It makes her nervous.

She also has allergies and was put on allergy meds. She's thrilled because she gets pill pockets every day now. I'm not thrilled because her medicine is $130/month

Constructive criticism welcome. :)

I've been drinking so much coconut water (with pulp) this week. I've been craving it like crazy and realized that it's straight up my drink of choice when the temp is 75F and over.

People and their kids like to come over unannounced, and without permission, to look at my ducks like it's the fuckin zoo or some shit.

Need some humor for this situation to ease my frustration

My goldendoodle puppy doesn't ever want to come back inside. I told my beagle "go get your sister" as I tried rounding up the puppy. Now when I say "go get your sister" the beagle runs to the puppy and baits her into chasing him into the house.

Rita Booke, my current DnD character. She an order of scribes wizard.

He's a beagle, if that helps. He gets upset when I play and just yells.