I'm really tired of this.
Woke up at some indeterminate time [early, before 11a] with the realization that my stomach hurt in that "you're going to have an attack today" way. I thought to myself,"fuck!" The I thought, "Now's the time to take the percocet, you ass." So I did.
It didn't help.
This was the worst attack I've had in some time. By noon I was miserable, and by 1p I was vomitus in the most violent of ways. This went on until about 8:30ish, when I managed to choke down another percocet and pass out for a little while. Somewhere in all of that, I managed to talk to both
salaciousdrift and
krasota - I think with some semblance of coherence. I was supposed to go see fireworks with Jos and Tom, but of course I had to cancel that. Mr Cartwright was checking in on plans for our cookout tomorrow. I should be there... lucky for me, these attacks usually don't come back for... well, I had one a week ago today. That's the closest they've been to each other. That's actually pretty scary. O_o
So basically, another day, completely shot to hell. Another day that I could have sat out in the yard, or under the stars... that I could have spent writing or being with friends... I wasted it in sickness, worrying my boyfriend, feeling like I was definitely going to die. Fuck this. I am so tired of it. Someone SOMEWHERE has to know something about it, what it is and what I can do to help myself.
I'm tired of feeling helpless about this.
Woke up at some indeterminate time [early, before 11a] with the realization that my stomach hurt in that "you're going to have an attack today" way. I thought to myself,"fuck!" The I thought, "Now's the time to take the percocet, you ass." So I did.
It didn't help.
This was the worst attack I've had in some time. By noon I was miserable, and by 1p I was vomitus in the most violent of ways. This went on until about 8:30ish, when I managed to choke down another percocet and pass out for a little while. Somewhere in all of that, I managed to talk to both
So basically, another day, completely shot to hell. Another day that I could have sat out in the yard, or under the stars... that I could have spent writing or being with friends... I wasted it in sickness, worrying my boyfriend, feeling like I was definitely going to die. Fuck this. I am so tired of it. Someone SOMEWHERE has to know something about it, what it is and what I can do to help myself.
I'm tired of feeling helpless about this.
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2003-07-04 21:15 (UTC)Randy
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2003-07-04 21:42 (UTC)no subject
2003-07-04 21:56 (UTC)no subject
2003-07-04 22:10 (UTC)I haven't been able to afford [or bring myself to owe more for] another visit for more tests. I owe an outrageous amount to those ineffectual people already.
You've been more help to me in the responses and advice you've given in here, than the hospital ever did.
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2003-07-04 22:14 (UTC)*slurps*
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2003-07-05 03:29 (UTC)In the meantime, avoiding anything with grease or caffeine in it may help. I know you've probably heard that before, and it's almost impossible to do.
*hugs*
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2003-07-05 08:57 (UTC)no subject
2003-07-05 10:48 (UTC)The people at the emergency room assured me that it wasn't my GB, based on sonogram. I suspect the were just trying to get rid of me, because they kicked me out without telling me ANYthing. They just gave me percocets and waved me out the door. Jerks. At that point, I just wanted them to figure out what the hell was going on with me, and it felt like they were putting in a minimum of effort. O_o
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2003-07-05 11:39 (UTC)But, of course, if anything is needed at all, you need but to ask. . .
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2003-07-05 12:42 (UTC)call me when you can
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2003-07-05 10:57 (UTC)