Whining

 It seems there’s a stomach bug going around my facebook friends….they keep posting about how miserable they are, and I just want to be like "Try feeling this way, every day, for like a year and a half. Welcome to my life."
Which is  a horrible thing to think, which is why I’m saying it here. 
Finished my final paper for one of my classes today. Starting to study for my biostats final Wednesday. Meeting with professor of the class I’m taking an incomplete in on Wednesday also.
I realized today that I’m terrified people will think I’m using my health as an excuse for not living up to my potential/carrying out my responsibilities as best I can. Which is interesting, since no one has ever hinted at that. (Well, besides my stepmom, but we all know nothing I do will ever be good enough for my stepmom). I’m realizing that now that I don’t live in my parents’ house…now that I only see them once or twice a year….I’m not disappointing anyone. I can relax, I should relax. I am fierce and strong, I have done great things, and one day, I will be healthy and able to do great things again. Perhaps not as often or as many things as before, but I am going to get my life back. This disease will not beat me. And I will learn to make room for it in my life.