I used to exercise anyway, because in the game of PTSD and neurological disorder vs eating-and-dysmorphia disorder, dysmorphia had taken the lead. But then I got sicker, physically, and had to stop. And somehow, there are a lot of doctors who think that's a failure on my part, which is like? Fucked up.
TBH, there are a couple of doctors out there who I wouldn't mind forcing to live a single day in my particular brand of hell. Like, just to watch them squirm. I'm thinking of this one dude in Massachusetts. He's a bastard who specifically targets people who--like me--have been through basically a laundry list of every other specialist in a tristate zone and gotten nowhere. He promises that he can fix anything, and sells vitamin pills that insurance doesn't cover, that cost about $1300 a month, and so many people are grateful to him for basically fleecing them in this way. He can have a day of seizures and muscle spasms and hallucinations. He deserves them.
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TBH, there are a couple of doctors out there who I wouldn't mind forcing to live a single day in my particular brand of hell. Like, just to watch them squirm. I'm thinking of this one dude in Massachusetts. He's a bastard who specifically targets people who--like me--have been through basically a laundry list of every other specialist in a tristate zone and gotten nowhere. He promises that he can fix anything, and sells vitamin pills that insurance doesn't cover, that cost about $1300 a month, and so many people are grateful to him for basically fleecing them in this way. He can have a day of seizures and muscle spasms and hallucinations. He deserves them.