im taking my heartbeat for granted
everything majorly sucks
so all of last week was a living hell
i was wicked sick and steve was stuck in hell week for pledging
they took away his phone and he had to be at the house at all times unless he was at class
it was awful...i needed him so badly and i couldnt even talk to him
then it started to look like that i wouldnt be able to come up this weekend because they wouldnt be done
that pissed me off beyond belief
we had made the plans for me to come up this weekend way before he became a pledge
i dont even know how to explain how pissed i was
but then on friday my last two classes were cancelled so as im walking to my car i get a voicemail...and its steve saying its done and for me to come up as soon as i can
so i did...and i didnt get lost (which i knew i wouldnt...i only get lost the first time i go somewhere new by myself)
so our weekend was really good seeing as we hadnt seen each other for five and a half weeks
unfortunately i was forced to go to the house but i sucked it up for the most part
but anyways...so its sunday night and im leaving in a couple of hours...so we decide to take a nap so im a little rested for my drive
we wake up around 3ish to take a shower since the plan was for me to go straight to school
but every since i woke up i had been feeling weird
my stomach was bothering me for some weird reason and i didnt know why or what to do about it
so i ignored it for the most part took some tums and got ready to leave
after the long and sad goodbye i start driving home
im feeling a little better cause its cold outside and cold fresh air usually helps my stomach
ive been driving for almost an hour and all of a sudden my stomach starts hurting wicked bad again
i try ignoring it but then i started to vomit
so i pulled over and puked on the side of the road
but it was like really bad
i was puking up something...like food or drink...i dont know but it wasnt just bile
but i hadnt eaten anything in over 6 hours
and usually when i vomit its just a couple heaves and im done
but i like kept going for like 5 minutes
and a good amount of stuff came up everytime
i got wicked freaked out cause i didnt know where it all came from...i hadnt eaten anything
so i called steve to tell him what happened and to ask to come back cause i obviously am in no condition to continue driving
so i go back and its like 530 in the morning
i attempt sleeping while hes working on his paper...and i felt like i was sleeping the whole time but i never fell asleep
i had taken adderall to stay awake for the drive...but i vomited it all up and didnt get why it was still keeping me awake
whatever
then steve went to class at 930 and i attempted leaving again around 10 and sped the whole way back trying to get to work on time
aaand i still feel like crap
i havent attempted eating anything yet and my stomach still hurts wicked bad
this sucks ass
and i have to work at 7 in the morning
so all of last week was a living hell
i was wicked sick and steve was stuck in hell week for pledging
they took away his phone and he had to be at the house at all times unless he was at class
it was awful...i needed him so badly and i couldnt even talk to him
then it started to look like that i wouldnt be able to come up this weekend because they wouldnt be done
that pissed me off beyond belief
we had made the plans for me to come up this weekend way before he became a pledge
i dont even know how to explain how pissed i was
but then on friday my last two classes were cancelled so as im walking to my car i get a voicemail...and its steve saying its done and for me to come up as soon as i can
so i did...and i didnt get lost (which i knew i wouldnt...i only get lost the first time i go somewhere new by myself)
so our weekend was really good seeing as we hadnt seen each other for five and a half weeks
unfortunately i was forced to go to the house but i sucked it up for the most part
but anyways...so its sunday night and im leaving in a couple of hours...so we decide to take a nap so im a little rested for my drive
we wake up around 3ish to take a shower since the plan was for me to go straight to school
but every since i woke up i had been feeling weird
my stomach was bothering me for some weird reason and i didnt know why or what to do about it
so i ignored it for the most part took some tums and got ready to leave
after the long and sad goodbye i start driving home
im feeling a little better cause its cold outside and cold fresh air usually helps my stomach
ive been driving for almost an hour and all of a sudden my stomach starts hurting wicked bad again
i try ignoring it but then i started to vomit
so i pulled over and puked on the side of the road
but it was like really bad
i was puking up something...like food or drink...i dont know but it wasnt just bile
but i hadnt eaten anything in over 6 hours
and usually when i vomit its just a couple heaves and im done
but i like kept going for like 5 minutes
and a good amount of stuff came up everytime
i got wicked freaked out cause i didnt know where it all came from...i hadnt eaten anything
so i called steve to tell him what happened and to ask to come back cause i obviously am in no condition to continue driving
so i go back and its like 530 in the morning
i attempt sleeping while hes working on his paper...and i felt like i was sleeping the whole time but i never fell asleep
i had taken adderall to stay awake for the drive...but i vomited it all up and didnt get why it was still keeping me awake
whatever
then steve went to class at 930 and i attempted leaving again around 10 and sped the whole way back trying to get to work on time
aaand i still feel like crap
i havent attempted eating anything yet and my stomach still hurts wicked bad
this sucks ass
and i have to work at 7 in the morning