“Good” days, “bad” days: These pictures were taken two days apart. The first picture was on a Monday, when I was able to go to class and put makeup on. The second is from a Wednesday, when I had to miss class to get blood work done at the hospital because I was sick.
Attending college with a chronic illness isn’t easy, and as it’s now the end of the semester, the stress just piles on. I only have Monday/Wednesday classes, as well as online classes, and even that can be too hard to manage at times.
In the first picture, despite it being a “good” day, I still accidentally napped on the couch because of how fatigued I was just from spending three hours in class.
In the second picture, I couldn’t even move for hours. I was in contact with my doctor, who told me to get my labs done. This is something I have to do often. Missing class is something I hate to do, but on that day, it had to be done for my health.
The unpredictability of my illnesses makes it so difficult to plan, to keep up, to function. Even looking at these pictures, you wouldn’t know I was sick on either of these days. I think that’s one thing people have a hard time understanding, is that my body is constantly fighting against me. Some days, I fight back. Others, I have to admit defeat.