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[15 Jun 2006|12:38pm] |
I'm sitting here at my desk, still in pain, still not really able to eat anything. Lastnight, I came home and laid down. Not even on the couch, mind you.. I needed the bed, which tells you how much pain I was in. Straight from work to bed.. what a fabulous life I do lead. Living on the edge.. of my bed.
I think I need a new doc.. the one I have seems to think that when I say severe, immobilizing, agonizing pain that what I really mean is "something that responds well to over-the-counter Tylenol". He is well aware that my current pain meds cause this foggy 'out of it' feeling for days after I take one (one!) and yet he needs me to come back in before he will prescribe something else. Um, why? We know what's wrong, and we know we can't fix it, so why don't you put down your magazine, pick up the fucking phone and call me in something that will take away my pain without making me a zombie, can we do that? Apparently not.
Today I've had two cans of V8 (the small ones, so that amounts to about 60 calories, combined,) and 3 mini Hershey bars. I'm not a nutrionist, but I'm pretty sure that's not adequate to sustain a human (even a small one) for the remainder of the day. I left for a bit to see if I could find something that would wake up my appetite, but nothing looked good.
( I took this picture this morning... )
I look a little pale, but I still liked it. I haven't been to the gym in a week because of the pain, but I suppose that doesn't matter much, as I'm really not eating anyway. *shrug*
I am so ready to come visit, Ash.. I know you will find a way to distract me from the pain ;)
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