My body is not happy with me.
I just woke up in extreme agony. My stomach is on fire, and there is a searing pain all along my midsection.
I haven’t felt hungover or thrown up, even after last night. So that’s good. Being fat has it’s advantages. Even when you haven’t drank in years.
I’ve been needing to see a doctor a long time. I’ve been ignoring an obvious, serious illness for almost three years come March.
But I feel good. Mentally. I don’t give a fuck how I feel physically. This is an improvement. Aiming for the prize at the end of the rope. I have some pain pills My Dad had to take for his shoulder a few months ago, they make you drowsy. Going to take those and try to sleep again. It’s the only time I can touch the things I always wanted.
