no, not all of these currently apply to me. no. uh ah, the only one that applies is, dare i say it out loud, as i'm afraid of yet another washroom run, diarrhea. quite possibly the worst thing ever, but i'll spare u the grose details.
and do you know why i'm suffering from this god awful bout of the ruins? because i was put on a "stronger" dose of meds because of my still, STILL! aching, fucking, injured side! and this said medication is making me pay. oh yes indeed! i have lost count how many times i have gone to the bathroom, i now have an extremely sore ass to go along with my sore ribs. nice huh. not only is it nice, everything is just fucking GREAT! great i say. you know how last week i started off with killer news to begin the week. CHA! like where the hell is that this week? that's what i would like to know. can't a person have more than one happy week in her poor pathetic life? pffff.guess not.
so not only do i have the fucking ruins, my side is still in agony! like almost crying in tears agony, and dr's have still not requested a chest x-ray, and still tell me if it's not gone in 2 wks to contact my dr yet again. i am no going on week 3 with this. and the pain is still very intense and not lessening at all. like what the fuck do i have to do or say to get my point across? it hurts to breathe, it hurts to sit, it basically hurts all the fucking time. i'm not sleeping, therefore i have major baggage under my eyes. i wanted so badly to post a pic of my new fab "rockstar" hair but sadly my face isn't so rockstar these days. sigh. i'm so frustrated and just plain tired. i missed work yesterday, did not want to come today (almost wished i hadn't as it's majorlly dead here today) and i want to oh so badly to my new work out tape but i can't, because I'M INJURED!
i think i'm gonig to grab yet another piece of cake from the evil kitchen here at work and sit here and cry for the next hour. i don't think anyone will notice.
and yes i'm fucking pre-menstrual too on top of all this other shit