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Living with other disabled roommates
My roommate and I both have several disabilities (migraines, OCD, autism, fibromyalgia, eds, just to name a few). Most of the time, we manage super well. We’re both super aware of the others needs and we’re both always willing to help each other out. We know the struggle the other faces and can be sympathetic to each.
But some days, we run into some quite bad or comical situations. Like tonight:
My roommate was finishing up one of her zoom classes and got a really bad migraine. She laid down in bed in the dark for several hours, unable to move well because of naseua. I had dislocated my knee in my sleep last night, I’ve been hobbling around the apartment all day. I made her some dinner, some soup she could stomach (chicken noodle soup but I’m vegetarian so I couldn’t eat some) and then laid on the floor for a few hours, in too much pain to move to my bed or couch, having not made any dinner for myself.
I would like to mention that I normally drink coke to help with my energy and pain management (I don’t know why, it just works) and my roommate drinks Gatorade nonstop. With my knee being hurt, we didn’t run to the store and now we’re out of both drinks.
This all isn’t too out of the ordinary. While it’s rather inconvenient and bothersome, it’s not the end of the world for us. What really made the night hilarious is my roommates cat.
Now my roommate is in her bed and I’m laying on the floor. And her little kitten, a few months old, comes into my room and lays down next to me (I know, cute). In the last several months, I’ve somehow managed to teach her cat to play fetch. Literal fetch. She has the tiny mice that end up all over the apartment. She’ll come running in and drop them just out of reach, so we have to move to get it, and then throw it for her to chase.
We’re both tired and ready to sleep but this cat wants nothing to do other than play fetch. It’s probably important to mention that she never learnt how to meow. She just screams. And when she doesn’t get enough attention (in other words: we don’t play fetch with her), she just screams at us.
We both feel like death and we have this little cat running around our apartment, dropping stuffed mice plushies next to us, and screaming.
Maybe it’s because of stress and fatigue, but I haven’t stopped laughing since she started doing it.
Eventually she did settle down and curled up under my leg, right under my recovering knee.
#ChronicIllness #Disability #dislocation #EDS
#Migraine
