pt3: squish squash brick wall

In which I talk about how I only started to feel better when I realized how my pink hoping strategies were interfering with me understanding that being on the mobility scooter today or trying to get into the hyperbaric chamber we're paying impossibilities that were just going to make me worse. The kind of long-term pain especially the fibromyalgia colliding with the dyslexia and the architectural pain which creates a special kind of hell. And add to that the new motor on my scooter creating a high-pitched war which collides with the sound sensitivity portion of ME and fibro. And on top of that because of forces outside of his control haven't been able to see my physio for almost 6 weeks. And I haven't had this extent of pain nausea and pain nightmares since the COVID lockdown. now that of course got way worse because it was months. But even being three to four weeks late for physio means i have quite the cacophony of pain, amplified exhaustion, and loss of emotional resiliency