missmella:

How to Still be Cool as a Diabetic:

-Flick your needles like James Dean.
-Pose when you stab yourself like Marilyn Monroe, bonus points for emitting sexual noises.
-Maintain direct eye contact with people as you inject yourself.
-Tell people that you’re injecting small doses of kryptonite.
-Tell people that you’re injecting yourself with The Antidote and sorry, they can’t have any.
-Wear cool jackets.
-Light your lancets on fire (or maybe not idk I haven’t done it, use caution).
-Jump over a flaming school bus on a motorcycle.

missmella:

How to Still be Cool as a Diabetic:

-Flick your needles like James Dean.
-Pose when you stab yourself like Marilyn Monroe, bonus points for emitting sexual noises.
-Maintain direct eye contact with people as you inject yourself.
-Tell people that you’re injecting small doses of kryptonite.
-Tell people that you’re injecting yourself with The Antidote and sorry, they can’t have any.
-Wear cool jackets.
-Light your lancets on fire (or maybe not idk I haven’t done it, use caution).
-Jump over a flaming school bus on a motorcycle.

Things able-bodied people need to stop saying to the chronically ill.

diaryofaspoonie:

• “At least you’re not dying!”
• “You’re only disabled if you let yourself be.”
• “You need to tell yourself you’re going to get better, else you won’t.”
• “But you can’t be in pain ALL the time, don’t exaggerate.”
• “You don’t LOOK ill.”
• “There’s so many people worse off than you.”
• “I’m sure you don’t REALLY need help.”
• “Sometimes it’s easier to just give up.”
• “Stop being so negative.”

chaniall:

people shit on math and science because they’re not good at it y’all are like “being amazing at math and science doesn’t make you intelligent” nah man it literally does it’s just that if you aren’t amazing at math and science it doesn’t mean you’re unintelligent don’t shit on other people’s talents simply because they aren’t yours

i-once-had-a-guy-tell-me:

I once had a drunk guy tell me I was too sexy to be shooting up at a party. He knocked the needle out of my hands and stepped on the pen, shattering the casing, telling me I should thank him by giving him my number and a kiss. It was my diabetes medicine.

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