![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Been ill for a while. My body seems to be failing me. You know? One thing after another going wrong.
Had an operation less than 48 hours ago. I should recover within a month. Minimum of 2-3 weeks. Hurt.Duh!
The anesthetist was cool. Kept asking random questions to distract me. One minute he's talking, the next I'm waking up in the recovery room, feeling like I'm going to shiver right out of my skin! I was cold and feeling it!
Head always hurts. Sometimes I get migraines. Mild prolapse, so my stomach is prone to bad pains. Feel depressed. Can't write. Getting harder to enjoy anything. Tried excercising, ended up hurting my foot, nurse said that I did something that'll take about 8 months to heal, can't wear flat shoes.
Feel like I'm piling on the weight.
Seriously. I feel like I'm becoming a tub of lard. Especially since I couldn't cook the past two days and so we ordered. I had Foo Yung and mixed veg yesterday, and chicken and chips tonight. Well, a little bit, felt too sick to eat.
Yogurt made me ill. Blueberries made me ill. Plain toast made me sick. I'm not allowed large amounts of caffeine or coffee because the doctor said I was addicted to caffeine and I had to drop my intake a while ago, and I don't dare let it build up. Anything other than red milk makes me ill because I can taste the fat, but I've been that way for almost a yesr.
I collapsed the Saturday before this last one. Went to the bathroom because I felt sick, next thing I know I'm on the floor, my head hurts, my hand's twitching, and I don't know where I am.
I hit the bathtub on the way down, hard enough to dent/bend my glasses, but it saved my eye. The left side of my face looked like, well, put it this way, I didn't want anyone to think I'd been in a fight or was a battered wife. --snort-- Paramedics were good though. Knew I am agorophobic with social anexiety disorder, so made sure I wasn't dangerously concussed or anything, told other half to feed me Ribena and keep an eye on me. Kept waking me up, but it was needed. Didn't make me go to the hospital. If I freaked out it would have made me worse, and I'm a grown woman with a partner who was studying to be a doctor and knew enough to keep me safe.
--laughs-- He's gone into IT now, yanno? Computer repair and building 'em and whatnot, but he still managed to impress the paramedics.
So...yeah. Huge run of bad luck and whatnot. I swear my body is turning against me.
At least before all this (like about a year ago) all I had to worry about was shaking for no reason (we changed all our crockery to melamine and plastic, 'cos I kept dropping plates and mugs and stuff) and the blood clot in my right eye, which destroyed my depth perception.
So, yeah. Sorry for the doom and whatnot and depressing stuff. Just had to get it all off my chest.
Hugs o' disturbed friends o' mine,
Jasmine
xXx
Had an operation less than 48 hours ago. I should recover within a month. Minimum of 2-3 weeks. Hurt.
The anesthetist was cool. Kept asking random questions to distract me. One minute he's talking, the next I'm waking up in the recovery room, feeling like I'm going to shiver right out of my skin! I was cold and feeling it!
Head always hurts. Sometimes I get migraines. Mild prolapse, so my stomach is prone to bad pains. Feel depressed. Can't write. Getting harder to enjoy anything. Tried excercising, ended up hurting my foot, nurse said that I did something that'll take about 8 months to heal, can't wear flat shoes.
Feel like I'm piling on the weight.
Seriously. I feel like I'm becoming a tub of lard. Especially since I couldn't cook the past two days and so we ordered. I had Foo Yung and mixed veg yesterday, and chicken and chips tonight. Well, a little bit, felt too sick to eat.
Yogurt made me ill. Blueberries made me ill. Plain toast made me sick. I'm not allowed large amounts of caffeine or coffee because the doctor said I was addicted to caffeine and I had to drop my intake a while ago, and I don't dare let it build up. Anything other than red milk makes me ill because I can taste the fat, but I've been that way for almost a yesr.
I collapsed the Saturday before this last one. Went to the bathroom because I felt sick, next thing I know I'm on the floor, my head hurts, my hand's twitching, and I don't know where I am.
I hit the bathtub on the way down, hard enough to dent/bend my glasses, but it saved my eye. The left side of my face looked like, well, put it this way, I didn't want anyone to think I'd been in a fight or was a battered wife. --snort-- Paramedics were good though. Knew I am agorophobic with social anexiety disorder, so made sure I wasn't dangerously concussed or anything, told other half to feed me Ribena and keep an eye on me. Kept waking me up, but it was needed. Didn't make me go to the hospital. If I freaked out it would have made me worse, and I'm a grown woman with a partner who was studying to be a doctor and knew enough to keep me safe.
--laughs-- He's gone into IT now, yanno? Computer repair and building 'em and whatnot, but he still managed to impress the paramedics.
So...yeah. Huge run of bad luck and whatnot. I swear my body is turning against me.
At least before all this (like about a year ago) all I had to worry about was shaking for no reason (we changed all our crockery to melamine and plastic, 'cos I kept dropping plates and mugs and stuff) and the blood clot in my right eye, which destroyed my depth perception.
So, yeah. Sorry for the doom and whatnot and depressing stuff. Just had to get it all off my chest.
Hugs o' disturbed friends o' mine,
Jasmine
xXx
