The sassiest People I know and the memes that keep me smiling

Okay, so I have another big upside to the fact that the Lyme community is huge.

With lymies ranging from all ages and demographics, you have a huge range of friends and in addition to being sick and tired and weak and everything, they are the sassiest people ever.

Here is a collection of memes I've found on blogs and forums from other lymies.

For when I am tired of being told that I don't look sick...

...or for when I can't handle another doctor in denial...

...so much denial...

...or when it is all just too overwhelming...

...and treatment seems so unattainable...

...and so costly...

...and I just end up terrified of the tick invested world...

...but we all know who I want to take care of me.

I own absolutely none of these memes or images. All rights are reserved to the beautiful minds that created them.

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