limowreck

Yeah. Third flare up this week. My doc is pissed at me, naturally. I hate it when she gets pissed. That and I hate seeing my mother worry so fucking much that she cries.

I love these people to death, but can't they just trust me that I can handle things with my body and that I will be fine? They always think the fucking worst, and I'm sick and tired of it. Its like I have to hold THEIR hands. Jesus, I really wish people would just learn to trust me. I know I push the envelope with my body, blah blah blah...so what? Its good. I should push my body to its limits. At least I know what I can and cannot handle.

There I said it. I know it makes me an inconsiderate jerk, but I don't really fucking care. I have Addisons, big deal. If it were cancer, then I would worry. I don't have cancer, so they should not worry. I'll be fine, and they need to start realizing that. I appreciate their concern, but I cannot live my fucking life walking on eggshells and keeping some kind of hinderance to my very outgoing and in-your-face way of life. I love being active and pushing the envelope. That's what I do.