This was supposed to be some post about chronic illness sucks and the days are indistinguishable from one another but I am tired of that shit. The hardest part of being sick is just admiting you are sick. I have a rare disease and after three years the chance of it going away are slimmer and slimmer. After three years I have also run through almost all of the treatment options and they so far have been little or non effective. Some where there is reality that I am sick and that is probably going to part of my identity going forward. I have a rational mind, I love boolean logic but I can not find a place in my mind for me to be sick.