Why the numbers never add up — and honestly, I’d like to speak to management.
There is regular math……and then there is chronic illness math.
They are not the same.
Not even a little bit.
Because according to normal human math:
Eight hours of sleep should equal feeling rested.
One small errand should equal a normal functioning day.
A quiet weekend should equal restored energy.
And yet.
My body routinely looks at these perfectly reasonable equations and says:
“Absolutely not.”
➕ The Math That Never Maths
Chronic illness math looks more like this:
8 hours of sleep = still tired
One appointment = full system reboot required
“I feel pretty good today” = mysterious consequences tomorrow
Cold weather = muscles immediately filing formal complaints
It’s less of a calculator situation…
…and more of a weather prediction crossed with interpretive dance.
Because as Annie Elise so perfectly puts it —the math ain’t mathing. 🤣
At this point I would just like someone — anyone — to explain it to me like I’m five.
🐶 Bingo Energy, Muffin Spirit (Revisited)
Spiritually, I am still very much:
✨ Bingo energy
🔥 Muffin spirit
Which means on the outside I am trying to be gentle and reasonable……but internally, when my body does something chaotic, there is a small Muffin voice going:
“EXCUSE ME???”
Especially when I’m tired.
Or cold.
Or — and this is very important —hungry.
🥄 Learning the New Math
The longer I live in this body, the more I’m learning:
This isn’t broken math.
It’s just… different math.
It’s a system where:
rest counts more than pushing
small wins count more than big plans
and listening to my body is more accurate than any calendar I’ve ever owned
Some days I still get frustrated.
Okay — many days.
But I’m slowly learning that working with my body instead of arguing with it tends to go… significantly better.
(Results may vary. Muffin still makes occasional appearances. Especially if I’m hangry)
🌱 Gentle Reminder
If your body’s math doesn’t make sense either…You are not doing it wrong.
You are not lazy.
You are not imagining things.
You are just living in a body that plays by different rules.
And honestly?
We’re doing pretty amazing considering the circumstances.
💛 Softly chaotic. Medically complicated. Still standing.
Phrase “the math ain’t mathing” lovingly borrowed from Annie Elise because… honestly… accurate.
