Today has just been one of those days.
One of those days where EVERYTHING annoys me.
One of those days where anything that is said to me makes me automatically want to start bawling.
I'm having a severe case of the crabbies, and I can't make it stop!!
I think its from my craptastic weekend.
It all started Friday morning at 4 am.
I woke up SICK.
Extreme stomach pain, nausea that never ended, and other things which we shall not discuss.
This lasted for three, count them THREE days.
My weekend plans?
Gone.
Going to see my childhood friend who was home in IN from Hawaii-didn't happen.
Instead I hung out on my couch, with my puke bucket sitting right beside me, praying, HOPING I could just throw up and feel better.
That didn't happen.
So for three very long, very lonely days I was sick.
I wish I could say that this was an abnormality, but sadly, this has become my life.
I am so tired of being sick and tired. I am so tired of having to miss out on events and LIFE to stay home and be sick. I HATE being sick. I hate how no one understands what I am going through, how I can't just do one thing, like oh don't drink coke you'll be fine. Thats NOT why i'm sick. There is something wrong with my body and has been for several years and I can't do a blasted thing about it.
And it is wearing me down.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
One of those days where EVERYTHING annoys me.
One of those days where anything that is said to me makes me automatically want to start bawling.
I'm having a severe case of the crabbies, and I can't make it stop!!
I think its from my craptastic weekend.
It all started Friday morning at 4 am.
I woke up SICK.
Extreme stomach pain, nausea that never ended, and other things which we shall not discuss.
This lasted for three, count them THREE days.
My weekend plans?
Gone.
Going to see my childhood friend who was home in IN from Hawaii-didn't happen.
Instead I hung out on my couch, with my puke bucket sitting right beside me, praying, HOPING I could just throw up and feel better.
That didn't happen.
So for three very long, very lonely days I was sick.
I wish I could say that this was an abnormality, but sadly, this has become my life.
I am so tired of being sick and tired. I am so tired of having to miss out on events and LIFE to stay home and be sick. I HATE being sick. I hate how no one understands what I am going through, how I can't just do one thing, like oh don't drink coke you'll be fine. Thats NOT why i'm sick. There is something wrong with my body and has been for several years and I can't do a blasted thing about it.
And it is wearing me down.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Comments
I hope that you get your figured out... I had to go through 6 doctors before I found one willing to dig a little deeper to figure it out!
Hugs!
Alaan
Sounds similiar to one of my problems, my stomach doesn't empty! I get it botoxed open about once a year. The bottom muscle thats supposed to contract open and let food through doesn't. Its about the size of a pencil. versus what it should be, a pop can! Oh the fun!! we can be 90 yr old sickies together!1