writing under the covers with your eyes closed (or: writing with disability)

I got diagnosed with lupus in 2015.

It didn’t really happen the way you’d expect. I went in to the dermatologist complaining about itching legs. When I say itching, I mean I scratched those fuckers so hard I left bloody tracks in my wake. I still have a scar on my right shin.

I also had a minor concern about rosacea and was hoping they’d prescribe me some…