Ahh, this old game again.

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Heat pack - check. Pain in my pelvic region - check. No drugs to turn to because the normal stuff doesn't touch the gut pain and I am refusing to get hooked on codeine again - check.

Sleep - shit. No sleep. No sleep for Nacey. Nope. Can't sleep when I'm in pain.

You know that bit in the last episode of Torchwood? They're in the autopsy enclave thingy and a certain person is laid out on the stretcher and she yells out

"WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT?!"

... I'm feeling that about now. All that pain in the surgery and I had those brief months of recovery, and now that the headache is gone, this pain is back. Just this week.

WHAT is the fucking POINT?! How am I supposed to live? How am I ever supposed to have a fucking life? How will I meet a guy if I can't leave the motherfuckin' house thanks to my daily fucking agony?

WHY DO I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN!? So fucking SOON?!

*sigh* Okay - just had to get that out of my system. I just hate the idea of getting fat, swollen, unhappy, old-acting and quiet again. I've been bouncy and loud and slim and happy and I don't want to lose that.

Maybe something else is wrong. It's really sudden and it's REALLY hurting. I'm going to reheat the heat pack and try to relax.

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