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).
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.
While we are all faced with a finite number of days left to live, most of us have no idea exactly how many.
The whole concept of smartphone addiction, or an unhealthy reliance on any technology, is unfair when applied indiscriminately to the population as a whole.