I've been brooding armed with Tori Amos songs and a journal. My pain medication is down to 6 pills (I'm supposed to take 8 a day), and I have been trying to refrain from using what is left. It is excruciatingly painful to move, and yet stupidly I hold out, anticipating it to get worse. I can't stand dealing with doctors, I hate being on drugs, so I'm refusing to call for a refill. Now I'm just laying here, listening to depressing music (yes, and writing a blog obviously!)
I'm sorry the tone of this isn't more pleasant. I've realized the pain medication was keeping my positivity afloat during the day. Every night I stay awake till the early morning, haunted by thoughts and fears formed by this illness and creepy darkness. Now apparently I'm mopey during the daytime as well.
I'm sorry to everyone who I haven't been responding to or friendly with. Hopefully I'll get some good news and come out of this funk.
-me
Monday, February 11, 2008
So much better than broadcasting..
Scripted by Norah at 1:14 PM
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Norah I can't tell you enough how bad I feel for you honey. Hopefully the docs in SF will get their asses in gear and come up with something to help you. When will you hear back from all the tests? Keep me posted.
*BIGBIGBIGsoftHUGS*
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