In the Tower

You know when you're chronically ill and you have a good handle on your illness and you start thinking you can be a normal human again.

And then life hands you a big ol' reminder that says F' you have a physical manifestation of WHY you can never have normal, but yay for upcoming birthdays and doctor appointments am I right?

What a joke, so I can go in, and they can draw blood, and move meds around and hope that things improve.

But the drowning fatigue, the constant nausea, the wonderful seizures, the vomiting, the depression all the other things that come with being me being broken a broken fibro queen

It is what it is. 

So, I stay in the tower, because it's easier than trying.