Me, 3 hours after I finally stop vomiting: Maybe I’m faking it.
Me, having to brace myself to sit upright: Am I just making this up so I have an excuse to go lie down?
Medical gaslighting is real y’all and it seriously messes with your head. Between that and a childhood filled with medical neglect I basically have to be unconscious, actively vomiting or bleeding out before I truly believe there’s anything wrong with me. And I say this as a mostly housebound and often bedbound wheelchair user who on a good day can just about shower and feed myself.