I keep trying to be nice

But am I setting myself up for the ultimate failure. How can it be okay to never be able to bend over, to clean house, to do all of the things that one does to live a normal life? All the time in the world to clean house and I can’t! This blanking headache. I can’t be mad at Bucci! He was one of the first doctors to even acknowledge the problem that for so long I had begged for agreement from the medical community. But I’m dying here. Agh!!! Imagine me stomping around and throwing things. But I can’t! Because I can’t pick the things up after I throw them. Or I can but I’ll pay for it. In pain! It hurts to brush my hair. Seriously. It. Hurts. To. Brush. My. Hair. I wish I could throw a fit. Pitch a bitch. Be so angry that I tamper with the oxygen level around me. But that wouldn’t be fair to the others around me. There has to be a way to reconciliation and justice without hurting nice people. Did I mention that my head hurts? 😭