Mono is back with vengence. My fever just broke, again, and I somehow feel shittier than I did before. Moving = vertigo. Desk/couch bound for today.
A big part of my struggle for body acceptance now is not a dislike of how my body looks - for the first time in my life I feel like my physical form is perfect for me - but because it FUCKING BETRAYS ME at every turn. I don't have time to be this sick, I have five people who depend on me for most everything.
I loathe feeling useless.