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I don't know what it was that set it off.. but I was throwing up all day yesterday.. @.x I had gone to bed feeling.. fine.. yet very restless, and I mean VERY restless. I was dead tierd.. yawning and wishing to just pass out.. but I just.. wouldn't fall asleep.. Then out of the blue I started feeling like shit.. I mean this hit me fast! And before I knew it I expelled everything into my waste basket. @.x After that I don't know what I did.. fainted or something.. All I remember was around two hours later I got sick again x.x Around half an hour later.. happend again..
From then on it seemed to happen almost like clock work, throwing up every 30 to 40 minutes. It got to where all I was bringing up was stomach acid.. I couldn't even lay down or relax cause it just kept happening.. I got so dizzy and light headed.. even started getting cold chills. Mom tried giving me something to settle my stomach, but even that came right back up.. In the end I settled to just sipping some Ginger Ale just so I had -something- to come up rather then just stomach acid and painful dry heaves @.x
Ohh but you know the fun part? Even getting sick as I was.. my dad STILL made me do shit for him! There I am throwing up every half hour or so and he goes on telling me to get him this, to make him that.. I can barly STAND yet hes ordering me around! I told him I was sick, that I was throwing up.. But HA! Like he gives a rats ass.
His desk he sits at while up is RIGHT at the edge of a corner to the kitchen, you walk around it and BOOM your in the kitchen.. and just no more then 6 feet from there is everything, refrigerator, stove, sink.. Yet he is unable to walk that SMALL fucking distance to get his own shit yet is fully fine making me, sick as a damn dog, have to walk from my room to bring him shit. Jeez how considerate!
And mom tried to just tell me "Oh he didn't know you were sick" Bullshit, he was there when I came out the first time and told her I had just thrown up, he HERD me fucking say it! And everyone wonders why I HATE him?! Yes, I'll say it, I hate dad.. hes a selfish no good jerk that would rather have every one wait on him hand and foot. And he wonders why the fuck hes in the condition hes in.
Hell he just got out of the hospital from being in cardiac intensive care! The doctors TOLD him that when he got home, he had to do as much as he could and not just sit around. That means get up and get his own dog damn bottled water and shti. But has he? NO. Not a god damn single time!
*sigh* Okay.. I'm calm.. calm.. @.x Anyway.. I haven't eaten in over 48 hours.. I'm just now trying to eat something.. I also had token a nice 4 hour nap.. So I'm feeling better.. just wish dad would leave me the hell alone >.
From then on it seemed to happen almost like clock work, throwing up every 30 to 40 minutes. It got to where all I was bringing up was stomach acid.. I couldn't even lay down or relax cause it just kept happening.. I got so dizzy and light headed.. even started getting cold chills. Mom tried giving me something to settle my stomach, but even that came right back up.. In the end I settled to just sipping some Ginger Ale just so I had -something- to come up rather then just stomach acid and painful dry heaves @.x
Ohh but you know the fun part? Even getting sick as I was.. my dad STILL made me do shit for him! There I am throwing up every half hour or so and he goes on telling me to get him this, to make him that.. I can barly STAND yet hes ordering me around! I told him I was sick, that I was throwing up.. But HA! Like he gives a rats ass.
His desk he sits at while up is RIGHT at the edge of a corner to the kitchen, you walk around it and BOOM your in the kitchen.. and just no more then 6 feet from there is everything, refrigerator, stove, sink.. Yet he is unable to walk that SMALL fucking distance to get his own shit yet is fully fine making me, sick as a damn dog, have to walk from my room to bring him shit. Jeez how considerate!
And mom tried to just tell me "Oh he didn't know you were sick" Bullshit, he was there when I came out the first time and told her I had just thrown up, he HERD me fucking say it! And everyone wonders why I HATE him?! Yes, I'll say it, I hate dad.. hes a selfish no good jerk that would rather have every one wait on him hand and foot. And he wonders why the fuck hes in the condition hes in.
Hell he just got out of the hospital from being in cardiac intensive care! The doctors TOLD him that when he got home, he had to do as much as he could and not just sit around. That means get up and get his own dog damn bottled water and shti. But has he? NO. Not a god damn single time!
*sigh* Okay.. I'm calm.. calm.. @.x Anyway.. I haven't eaten in over 48 hours.. I'm just now trying to eat something.. I also had token a nice 4 hour nap.. So I'm feeling better.. just wish dad would leave me the hell alone >.