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So I got this infection so they put me on this antibiotic. So, this antibiotic's effect goes something like this:
Within fifteen minutes you start to feel as if you're in the beginning stages of a faint.
Then that goes away and you're left gagging at the toilet, probably throwing up the fucking antibiotic.
After pulling yourself up away from the toilet, a hammering jackass crawls into your head and sets up shop.
You can not, I repeat, can not be in anyway under the sun. Your sensitivity to light has suddenly jumped 197%.
You now have a MiGraine.
Twelve hours pass, nausea has sort of gone away but due to the fact that your head is split in two and every time you step into daylight you feel like your head, guts, and skin pull a Wicked Witch of the West with water thrown on her.
You're at this point when you are to take another pill before you go to bed. As if going to bed was at all possible.
This is supposed to be helping the situation. I'd rather take the infection, which by the way I never felt in the first place.
PLUS SIDE! it's now nine days until I can Benny Boy, my fucking Benny Boy. I want to get there before all those people come in and I want to stay longer than all those people. I basically want Ben to myself and I don't want those people there. Terrible girl,I know. His birthday, his friends, his needs. I want nineteen nights with him in a row. I want wine drunk talks and sex. I want those mornings when we wake up late and wrestle and kiss and I don't stop feeling in love and content. In some ways, it's harder by the day. But sometimes it feels easier.
So I got this infection so they put me on this antibiotic. So, this antibiotic's effect goes something like this:
Within fifteen minutes you start to feel as if you're in the beginning stages of a faint.
Then that goes away and you're left gagging at the toilet, probably throwing up the fucking antibiotic.
After pulling yourself up away from the toilet, a hammering jackass crawls into your head and sets up shop.
You can not, I repeat, can not be in anyway under the sun. Your sensitivity to light has suddenly jumped 197%.
You now have a MiGraine.
Twelve hours pass, nausea has sort of gone away but due to the fact that your head is split in two and every time you step into daylight you feel like your head, guts, and skin pull a Wicked Witch of the West with water thrown on her.
You're at this point when you are to take another pill before you go to bed. As if going to bed was at all possible.
This is supposed to be helping the situation. I'd rather take the infection, which by the way I never felt in the first place.
PLUS SIDE! it's now nine days until I can Benny Boy, my fucking Benny Boy. I want to get there before all those people come in and I want to stay longer than all those people. I basically want Ben to myself and I don't want those people there. Terrible girl,I know. His birthday, his friends, his needs. I want nineteen nights with him in a row. I want wine drunk talks and sex. I want those mornings when we wake up late and wrestle and kiss and I don't stop feeling in love and content. In some ways, it's harder by the day. But sometimes it feels easier.