More Bitching
It's been two weeks since I've been out and it really sucks. I can't stand not being able to do ANYTHING, it's pretty lame when the highlight of my week is going to eat dry meatloaf at church, and being able to go into a Barnes and buy y own book. Although going to work was fun, but it usually is. Starting Wednesday, I began to get severe stomach pains, as well as in my chest and lower abs. Well, low and behold, the pain meds I was on have a tendency to cause gallstones. So, since Thursday, I've been throwing up everything I've tried to eat and I feel like there is a dagger cutting open my lungs from the inside which worsens everytime I take a breath. Worst of all, I can't take the pain meds anymore which means that I'm feeling all the bone injuries now too.
I've been asking somebody to do my laundry for three days and Amanda just now put it in. Well, who the hell cares the cripple wants to take a shower. Now that everybody isn't in freaking out, nobody feels the need to help me out. I'm old news, so I don't need help with anything. It's frustrating, and I know it's not fair to them to be demanding help, but I ask, and ask, and ask and try not to be a pest but they don't care until I get pissy, then they get made that I'm being pissy.
I want to get back into the hospital tonight, but Amanda wants to go play pool. She says call her if I feel the need to go, I've been feeling that for four days!! Hell, you're supposed to go to the doctor if you have HALF of the things wrong with you that I do.
I'm in a lot of pain, and everybody thinks I'm being irrational.
MEH!
I've been asking somebody to do my laundry for three days and Amanda just now put it in. Well, who the hell cares the cripple wants to take a shower. Now that everybody isn't in freaking out, nobody feels the need to help me out. I'm old news, so I don't need help with anything. It's frustrating, and I know it's not fair to them to be demanding help, but I ask, and ask, and ask and try not to be a pest but they don't care until I get pissy, then they get made that I'm being pissy.
I want to get back into the hospital tonight, but Amanda wants to go play pool. She says call her if I feel the need to go, I've been feeling that for four days!! Hell, you're supposed to go to the doctor if you have HALF of the things wrong with you that I do.
I'm in a lot of pain, and everybody thinks I'm being irrational.
MEH!