When I was diagnosed with PPMS, after years of being told of multiple health conditions, that I had been taking medication for.
Quite a few people I knew, claimed they had PPMS too. Here’s me, with a condition I don’t want & years of medical evidence. And all I’m asked these days is, how do I get PiP & can you loan me some money. All after losing everything & struggling to get about. Claiming I’m faking it, when the condition is all over the shop. When the stuttering & slurred speech is a clear indicator something is wrong.
When I ask folks, how would you cope if you lost your driving licence, job, home, life & they stole all your savings from your bank. Plus get diagnosed with the worst progressive form of Multiple Sclerosis. Their answer is, that’s never going to happen to me. Claiming to be Superman or Wonder Woman. You know the drill. HULK SMASH!!!
I’ve even been asked to scare kids at a Halloween party, because of how bad they think I look now. With my shaking, drooling & groans. That’s the kind of people I knew. Sarcastic, scrounging idiots. Claiming a PHD makes you intelligent.
I have a PHD. A perfect holistic dream. Avoiding the fake know it alls & getting my health back.
It’s not working out that great. It’s beating me from the inside. Attacking, on a germs scale & the cowards I know on the outside are having a good dig. Simply because I’m awesome.