Sep 18, 2007 14:16
My brain membrane started swelling up and I couldn't propell myself into anymore than zombie thought and unsatisfying sleep. my neck throbbed so much all I could do was sob, then all I could do was puke. Then my mom got nervous so I got placed in a hospital to get poked up with holes, then the holes got filled up with morphine repeatedly, and I sat in beige room in a beige dress for days and days and days. Nice forgotten conversations, the sentiment is there in some and, for that, I say I'm positively grateful. Visitors came and went, they were better than the flowers from family. brains inflated, still, I'm sore and groggy and cranky. oh, but sometimes in my observations of my meningitis, some men really do look more like boys. I'm as much as a child as I'm admitted to be. don't make sense, I do'nt care. I'm fleeing &sleeping now.