It is drugs day, the day where my immune system is at its strongest and most aggressive, and I went to a museum yesterday.

I feel like GARBAGE. My throat hurts, my back hurts, I'm fairly certain someone has filled my blanket with lead weights, my eyes are drier than the Sahara.

I've been awake for maybe ten minutes. I have to get up to do my injection to make everything better, but that's two rooms away, which is unfathomably far.

#NEISvoid #ChronicIllness #autoimmune

"what does a museum have to do with anything" I left the house, was out doing things and expending energy for hours. Was in my wheelchair for most of it, but being in a wheelchair only makes things *less* tiring. I don't regret a minute of it but I do want to magic my medication into my body right about now