Buckle up, this is going to get whiny. Surprisingly my PTs are sort of shocked by my hypermobility and joint instability and stretchy skin. Come on shawties it’s not that cool, shouldn’t they have seen it all by now? I told Lisa I have EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome). She’s the type of tiny heavily tanned older woman with a gravely voice who you know could absolutely brutally fuck you up if she had her mind set on it. She’s an amazing physical therapist and I trust her. Today she says “You need surgery. Girl, you need surgery.” Like thank you Lisa but I’m well aware of my constant pain and that my hip pops out of its socket with zero effort at all and that my labrum is torn in several places and my acetabulum is mutant tiny and doesn’t cover my femur in any worthwhile way and I’ll need a PAO asap and so on. PAO is where they chop your pelvis bones in two places and reorient your entire midsection and I CAN’T WAIT for my pain meds addiction character arc! Just kidding but speaking of drugs M—— may be sending me some of the money he owes me, which is a lot. He’s getting a lump sum inheritance since his dad passed and now he’s sober (?). The reddit thread for EDS is all like “Zebras unite” and like a bunch of people whose entire personalities are based off the fact that they’ve got this “invisible disease.” Dramatic. I wish I could go on a walk. In Denise’s class homework next week is to write while walking but I won’t be able to participate. I am waiting for a disability placard in the mail for my car. My literal “gumby" ass can’t do anything without injuring myself. Okay. I’m all done yelling. Time to whisper.
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