PoTS

For @goddessofwincest, who knows why.

Cas diagnoses Sam with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. (AO3)


It’s been going on for weeks before Sam can’t hide it anymore. Truth is, Dean’s already noticed: the shortness of breath, the color suddenly draining from Sam’s face when he stands, the clutching at his chest when he thinks Dean’s not looking. Dean’s not said anything either, never pushing more than to just check Sam’s okay, and usually being met with gruff dismissal and assurances his brother’s fine.

It’s only when Sam almost passes out from nothing more than standing that they can’t ignore it anymore.

“Sammy,” Dean says, darting to his brother’s side from where he’s just tried to rise from a chair in the bunker’s library. “Hey, I got you.” He helps Sam ease himself back down, dizzy and blinking to clear his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Dean. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You almost passed out, man, and don’t lie to me. This isn’t the first time.”

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Being chronically ill and concerned about your weight is wild like… oh u wanna exercise? U can’t. Faint. Pain. Oh so eat healthy then? Nope. Need to eat one hundred salts. Meal replacements? Not enough water.

Like listen body I’m tryna LOOK AFTER U?

“You’re too young to be so sick!”

“You’re too young to be using a mobility aid!”

“Why do you rest so much? You’re so young!”

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[gif: Hades from Disney’s Hercules saying “I know! I know. I know. I got it. I get the concept” while his hair flares from blue to red]

shoutout to people who spend tons of time on their phones because that’s all they can physically and mentally handle on most days.

don’t let anyone shame you for that. you’re doing the best you can.

No one ever teaches you how to mourn your health. You just realize one day that it’s gone, and you are not the same as you were before. Most days, it’s all right, but then something happens: you can’t go to dinner with your family because you’re nauseous, you can’t go hiking because fatigue and pain. You can’t you can’t you can’t, and then it hits you: you are irreversibly changed.

Does the reality of having a chronic illness ever just slap you in the face? Its like wow I’ll never be able to do that thing that I’ve always wanted to do.