Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between lupus and life.
I have a splitting headache right now. Lupus, or no?
Sometimes I play the victim, but gosh darn it I am!
I mean, how would you feel if you were a prisoner of your own body? True, I’m melodramatic, but I have symptoms of arthritis at age 19, wouldn’t that cause you concern?
I feel as though my lupus is the only thing that defines me, and it’s sad to think that no matter what I’ll end up doing, I’ll always be that chronically ill girl.
Sighhh
This is what happens when grandpa (that would be myself) doesn’t fall asleep by 9:30 like usual.
Time to get some sleeeeep!!
