The first time I saw him, he put a gun to my friend’s head. Four years later, we met again in a courtroom
Hating summer is a downer. It’s comparable to not liking ice cream (I'm not a fan, sorry) or going up to the giant Easter bunny at the mall and punching its head off. (Actually, that last part would be fun).
What is not typical, however, is that merely a week before this heat wave started, it was snowing. Yes, SNOWING. HERE. IN JUNE.
There is only so long, and to a certain point, that people can help, no matter how much they love you or care about your well-being.
Don't get me wrong, I think there is something very wrong when I won't drink from a straw that has been touched on either end by someone's hands, but I also think there is something very wrong when I end up bedbound and too weak to chew or lift a fork after getting the flu.
While I vehemently share in the contempt that many people have toward the medical establishment being neglectful of, or sexist to, women with MECFS, I think it's important that we not make our interactions within the MECFS community a battle of the sexes.