But alas, inside I usually feel like this:
That’s because I have chronic pelvic pain – well, if I’m being polite or aloof. If I know you, like you, trust you, or if I’m on a low-spoon day and I’m tired of trying to sound sophisticated, I have vulvodynia, otherwise known as “Hmmm, That’s Weird, Everything Looks Perfectly Healthy, But You Still Feels Like You’re On Fire, You Say?”-itis. Separate from this (or perhaps as a result of this – ooh, #intrigue), I also suffer from fibromyalgia, which has left me paddling in the shallow end of disability. In short, I know rather a lot about invisible, devastating pain. Now there’s a recipe for fun if ever I saw one!!!1!1!
Aside from feeling the raging fires of hell in my crotch (for more on this, follow this link), here are some other things I like to talk/think about:
- cats and dogs (none of your false dichotomy here)
- Spoonie living*
- my family
- sticky toffee pudding
*If you’re not aware of Spoon Theory, here’s a description: Urban Dictionary definition of “Spoonie”. Shout out to Christine Miserando for this useful vocabulary!
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