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xianeI'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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
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_oSo 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.
