when you see your doctor who knows you have hEDS & tell him the labral tear + cyst + delamination is acting up & the way you’re compensating is pulling your pelvis out of whack which is fucking with your pelvic floor... & he asks how those things could possibly be connected

anyways, despite his best efforts, i have an MRI tonight. thank god for the staff knowing and liking me well enough to make that minor miracle happen for me

frustratingly, i am misgendered in the extreme every single time in there (“miss ace,” “hey lady”) etc etc etc and i never correct anyone because i do not want to try to explain non-binary to these people & because i need them to do things like get me same day MRIs

if i “make a fuss” about such a minor thing when they were just trying to be polite to me! i might lose the ability to rely on them for assistance with my other medical needs. and that fucking sucks

also they’re partnered with the same MRI place that walked in on me topless during my mammogram late last year, startling me so badly i shattered my phone screen, and telling me i couldn’t take pictures of my exam because it “violated HIPPA” (it didn’t)

anyways have i mentioned lately that being chronically ill is just stacking trauma on top of trauma until the whole thing falls down like a jenga tower?