An open letter to my belly
Hours since last sicking up: 36 9.
Dear Belly,
Okay, clearly we're not going to get anywhere on the "No more throwing up" issue. You seem quite determined to continue this behavior, no matter how vociferously I ask you not to. Fine. Never let it be said that I am unreasonable, or cannot learn. I am backing down completely; you have won. While I still retain the right to be horribly displeased with your actions in this regard, I am no longer contesting your right to do so.
However, I will expect a similar concession from you. Since I am no longer fighting against throwing up, I think it is only fair that you agree to stop making me throw up past the point where I have anything in my stomach. Once you're empty, just stop, okay? No more waiting until I tentatively drink some water or ginger ale to start the process over again. And certainly no more having me throw up to the point where it's only that yellow bile. Seriously, it burns my throat and is incredibly vile. Cut that shit out.
I do not believe this is an unreasonable request. To ignore it will show a distinct lack of concern for me, our relationship, and the negotiation process as a whole. I am sure you will not disappoint.
No love,
Me
In other news, I'll be lowering my dose of Azathioprine from 150mg to 100mg. 150, my body does not seem to like it none.
Also, I'd really like to thank purple_dj for his thoughtfulness a few weeks ago. He'd bought quish a box of lemon Italian ices, and since I wasn't feeling well, bought another box for me (and to share with the Monday night gaming group). It turned out that the lemon ice was the only thing I could keep down. I dunno if that's because of some intrinsic property of the ice or just because my system was finally done, but I appreciated it all the same.
Dear Belly,
Okay, clearly we're not going to get anywhere on the "No more throwing up" issue. You seem quite determined to continue this behavior, no matter how vociferously I ask you not to. Fine. Never let it be said that I am unreasonable, or cannot learn. I am backing down completely; you have won. While I still retain the right to be horribly displeased with your actions in this regard, I am no longer contesting your right to do so.
However, I will expect a similar concession from you. Since I am no longer fighting against throwing up, I think it is only fair that you agree to stop making me throw up past the point where I have anything in my stomach. Once you're empty, just stop, okay? No more waiting until I tentatively drink some water or ginger ale to start the process over again. And certainly no more having me throw up to the point where it's only that yellow bile. Seriously, it burns my throat and is incredibly vile. Cut that shit out.
I do not believe this is an unreasonable request. To ignore it will show a distinct lack of concern for me, our relationship, and the negotiation process as a whole. I am sure you will not disappoint.
No love,
Me
In other news, I'll be lowering my dose of Azathioprine from 150mg to 100mg. 150, my body does not seem to like it none.
Also, I'd really like to thank purple_dj for his thoughtfulness a few weeks ago. He'd bought quish a box of lemon Italian ices, and since I wasn't feeling well, bought another box for me (and to share with the Monday night gaming group). It turned out that the lemon ice was the only thing I could keep down. I dunno if that's because of some intrinsic property of the ice or just because my system was finally done, but I appreciated it all the same.