It's six am. I've had roughly four hours sleep, I think. Not as tired as I thought I'd be, and I actually got some sleep surprisingly enough. Probably because my body is all strung out without le foods. I don't know how Nicole and Linsday kept up their hectic lifestyles back in the day (2004 or so?) without eating anything. I could never do it, I'd be fainting all over the place. Can't have a night out without a kebab, you know what I mean?
( TMI... Abandon all hope for non-bowel talk, all ye who enter here... )Cause I KNOW I'm going to get into trouble for not drinking enough. But I honestly, seriously honestly, could NOT make it through any more than I could. I'd get violently ill, like I'd want to vomit and I'd have to stop and let my stomach calm down for fifteen minutes after downing a bit of the liquid. It just made me SO ill. They'll probably make me drink more this morning. Maybe. Ugh. I won't have the scads of cordial to make it go down with, either. *sigh*
I'm also terrified of needles. I hate needles. I'm going to have to have needles and I'm scared these people aren't going to be as nice as King Edward, who kindly provided me with EMLA patches and local anaesthetic before the IV for the sedative.
I hate going to the hospital. But I'm looking forward to eating again. Oh GOD am I looking forward to eating again. With a lustful gluttony hither-to UNKNOWN to woman-kind. Or mankind. ANY kind. I will enjoy that food SO FUCKING MUCH. I am going to eat the CRAP OUT OF IT. I mean, EAT EAT EAT. Sammiches, chicken, those SCRUMMY pork and veal meatballs in peanut sauce Mum made for dinner last night that I COULDN'T HAVE (DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS NOT TO EAT WHEN YOUR MUM IS A FUCKING AWESOME COOK?!)... and then later, when my stomach is ready for it... the chicos. And the chocolate. Mmmm. I can be SUCH a pig.
And Mum and Dad are getting Hungry Jacks for dinner. Don't know if I'll have any. Don't know if my stomach is quite up to that! LOL!