Bwah. Medical stuff sucks.
May. 7th, 2007 06:08 amIt'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?
I have a feeling they're going to turn me right round and march me home cause I only got through two and a half litres of the yucky stuff they got me to drink. I was supposed to consume four. They said my 'bowel return' should have turned the colour of urine. It did! I could also see the bottom of the toilet through it, but when I went to the toot this morning, there were bits in my return. I freaked out.
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!
I have a feeling they're going to turn me right round and march me home cause I only got through two and a half litres of the yucky stuff they got me to drink. I was supposed to consume four. They said my 'bowel return' should have turned the colour of urine. It did! I could also see the bottom of the toilet through it, but when I went to the toot this morning, there were bits in my return. I freaked out.
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!
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Date: 2007-05-06 10:42 pm (UTC)(DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS NOT TO EAT WHEN YOUR MUM IS A FUCKING AWESOME COOK?!)..
Oh yes. It's beyond hellish. T___T
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Date: 2007-05-07 12:52 am (UTC)That was my problem too. I think that was the same stuff Dumbledore drank in the cave... honestly. Worst crap EVER. Not so bad the first time round, but having to drink more and more of it and total of however much in only a couple of hours?? UGH. Nasty.
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Date: 2007-05-07 05:25 am (UTC)My mom isn't the best cook and I still want to eat. I can't even imagine how hungry I'd be if I was smelling fantastic cooking and couldn't eat it!
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