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I Stand Up For Jews For My Ancestors…

Images fully credit to Hen Mazzig
It’s been another week where I find myself having to get louder than I normally am because injustice is at its peak, and I’m sick of it. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check my Insta feed and stories.
Can We Stop…
The system is broken and we need to talk about this honestly. It’s insulting how little they care and/or provide. I know I am lucky to have heath insurance which covers almost everything I need, but the actual doctors and nurses are HIGHLY QUESTIONABLE. I have exactly two doctors who I know care, but the rest? Nope. They don’t care what they say, do, or how they treat me.
Slow, Agonizing Death
This tweet could not be more accurate.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been dealing with daily, intense migraines. The app I use actually reminded me that I’ve had a migraine for over sixteen days straight. I don’t normally get them for weeks at a time any more, so my head, face, jaw, spine, and neck HURT. These types of migraines normally stem from rapid barometric pressure changes, and they can really screw with me from a functioning standpoint. Add in proximity to the ocean, and I am in trouble.
In two weeks, I go in for nerve blocks to try and get some relief from all of this. Each block goes into the current pain locations from my face right into my cervical spine. This will only be my second time getting them, but the high chance that the lidocaine will be out of my system in twenty minutes or less is disturbing. Using topical lidocaine patches has proven utterly useless. 😦
To add insult to injury, I MUST find a new primary care physician and hope that my pain can finally be properly diagnosed and addressed. There’s a strong likelihood the rheumatologist I saw misdiagnosed me. His misdiagnosis rate is about 90%, or higher, and my pain has since switched from full body pain (which is still present), to excruciating pain in my joints, especially my jaw, elbows, right hip flexor, ankles, hands, and every damn bone in my feet. I am legitimately too young for this much torture. Every day of my life is a negotiation in survival. I know I am not alone in this, but it certainly feels like I am. The more pain I’m in, the more my mental health declines. It is a depressing, vicious cycle.











