It was never my intention to become an advocate and a first-class-whiner for Invisible Chronic Illness, but I’m freaking over it. I’ve been invisible and stuck at home now, for a year and a half – I’d say climbing the walls but the truth is that just sounds exhausting.
No, I’ve been here at home researching and soul searching for the meaning in it all, darkest before the dawn and all that shit, but there are times after weeks of relentless crappiness where I come crashing down and I just want to yell out (and in fact do yell out), “FAAAAAAAARRRRKKK!!!!!!”
Up until now, I’ve only really been able to offend the ears of one flatmate and four cats. But it recently occurred to me that I could be banging on about it to literally thousands of people on the internet. Why should I suffer in silence I ask you?? No more. Sick Chicken has a voice. She will be loudly clucking on about her plight until such time as she gets better or she gets the axe. Long live Sick Chicken!!