So basically, winter got me like:
and the fibro is keeping me down. I'm in pain and fat as fuck. I've been deciding if I can make it another winter without a walker with wheels, fighting myself. I guess we will see this semester if it is do-able without, but I hope I can raise enough to have one. Trekking across campus is hard. You know, walking a little is not the same as walking. What I mean by this is that being able to walk a little, being able to walk with consequences, that’s not the same as being able to walk. It reminds me of this thing I saw on tumblr:
working on spring semester hair. Right now I look redic but this blonde will soon be a lovely blue hue. My 1st triple ombre <do not try this at home unless you are me> and it is looking pretty hot. Pics TBD. You know, sometimes with a chronic illness, it can be hard to do much of anything. Walking, dying hair, hanging out with friends in winter, hell- even smoking a bowl can use up all of your spoons. But check it:
activism from bed <-----great read for those of you who still want to participate and shape your future from bed.
and again... help me purchase a walker!