hello 911 yes
yes i’ll hold
living with a chronic illness is shitty because my explanation for why I missed school or couldn’t go to a social event is always “I was sick” and people get tired of that really quickly
"you were sick last week too"
yes I was sick last week, I am sick this week, I will be sick next week and I will possibly be sick forever, deal with it
"you’re sick a lot" omg i had no idea, thank you for letting me know
"You’re always sick when there’s something on." I am always sick.
"You’ll know everyone there!" This doesn’t make a difference.
"Look, I’ll drive you," Helpful, thank you, I STILL DONT HAVE THE ENERGY.
"Why don’t you," Because it’ll over tax my metabolism and cause cardiac symptoms that I only just have under control.
"But, you—" What.
"It’s just—” It’s just WHAT. Just a mountain? Ask again when I can shower without getting dizzy.
BECAUSE I’M SICK.
Even on the good days!
"oh, you did so much today!" I fucking washed my own dishes.
"If you learned to drive—" I tried. I was good driver. I was also a menace to myself and the vehicles around me please stop asking.
Yes, I’m much better, yes I bounce and smile and I’m happy.
But it’s despite, it’s in the face of, it’s ‘even though’ and ‘I’ll sleep later’ and headaches and nausea and sacrificing IQ points to the god of CFS.
Because I am not OK.
I will one day be okay, and then you’ll see the difference.
Single dad/patisserie AU:
Tony’s daughter wants Daddy to make her cake this year, so she can decorate it herself, and Tony’s panicking and terrified because do you know how many variables there are?? So he phones a bakery he’s seen boxes from on Pepper’s desk and asks them to send someone.
A chef arrives the morning of the birthday, with a caterers trolley of ingredients and decorating tools and the prettiest face Tony has ever seen.
Tony’s fizzy and over-wrought, manic, and his daughter is sitting at the counter expectantly and the chef, Steve, puts a measuring spoon in Tony’s hand, a bag of flour in the other, and smiles.
"Okay, sir; three cups of plain flour, and then—"
And they make cake.
It ends up with seven brightly colored layers, for the whole rainbow, and they decorate it in white icing and forgetmenot-blue fondant daisies and piped green for grass and leaves.
Tony passes out on the couch while Steve and Genie are putting on the finishing touch, and using up the leftover fondant by making a unicorn.
He wakes up with icing all over his face.