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You know, "love thyself" is really hard to do when you want to kill your body with fire.
Just saying.
I've always had a slow wake up when it comes to eating. But it was mostly because I just wasn't hungry for an hour or so after I got up. But now I've switched to literally not being able to eat anything for two hours after I wake up, otherwise it just comes right back up. Add to that the fact that I haven't actually heard my alarm for over a week now because 5am is when my body decides I'm getting up now no matter what, fuck you for wanting to sleep in, and bathroom NOW.
And I relapsed and was throwing up for no reason (besides the uterus feels like a punching bag) on Tuesday night.
Yeah, I'm really not getting the love thyself thing.
* I've got an appointment with my OB/GYN next Friday. We'll see if he's any more help than "babies nao!" and I plan to keep throwing the PID thing at him to get him to listen to me. Maybe the fertility killing disease will get his attention more than my argument that sex hurts and if he wants me to have babies he kinda has to fix that first. I've yet to get that through his brain.
Of course the fact that I'm not confident he'll even pay attention to me speaks loads. I'll just become my mom, throwing up every single morning for 28+ years.
Just saying.
I've always had a slow wake up when it comes to eating. But it was mostly because I just wasn't hungry for an hour or so after I got up. But now I've switched to literally not being able to eat anything for two hours after I wake up, otherwise it just comes right back up. Add to that the fact that I haven't actually heard my alarm for over a week now because 5am is when my body decides I'm getting up now no matter what, fuck you for wanting to sleep in, and bathroom NOW.
And I relapsed and was throwing up for no reason (besides the uterus feels like a punching bag) on Tuesday night.
Yeah, I'm really not getting the love thyself thing.
* I've got an appointment with my OB/GYN next Friday. We'll see if he's any more help than "babies nao!" and I plan to keep throwing the PID thing at him to get him to listen to me. Maybe the fertility killing disease will get his attention more than my argument that sex hurts and if he wants me to have babies he kinda has to fix that first. I've yet to get that through his brain.
Of course the fact that I'm not confident he'll even pay attention to me speaks loads. I'll just become my mom, throwing up every single morning for 28+ years.