Life is not about how many breaths we take.
Life is about how many moments take our breath away.
Oh my gosh. My everything hurts.
*Immediately forced to cancel all plans and stay in bed*
I had a brilliant time… well to start with I did.
But then the bitch kicked in. Next thing I knew I could do nothing but sit there and just try to move my shoulders in time to the music. My hips were giving me agony, my knees, my ankles, my back, even my shoulders and neck hurt.
One of my friends very kindly sat with me until we were leaving, it meant we missed out on a good 2 hours of partying.
And all because I’ve got this stupid fucking Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome.
For one night, all I wanted was to forget that although I’m only 20, my body acts like it’s 60+.
What made it all the worse is that the people I was out with, they don’t know about my problem. And I get sick of explaining it. And I get tired of having to acknowledge it as my reality. So they spent those last 2 hours thinking I was just being miserable and grumpy for no reason.
The only reason I was miserable was because of the pain levels. Other than that, I was having a great night.
But my god, I’m sick of my reality. If some one could take this one away and give me one that doesn’t contain EDS, I’d do almost anything….