Oh sweet Jesus! Revenge of the stomach ulcer.
Can you believe that shit? I'm 21, and I have an ulcer. Would you believe it if I told you that I've had it since my freshman year in highschool? Well, its true.
So yeah. It's goddamn 6:30am. I've been up since just after 5am because of this damn thing. My stomach didn't wake me up, but when I got up to get a drink...
!!!...stomach pains! Now I can't get back to sleep.
This isn't good. That shouldnt happen, ya know? So, I broke down, and I'm setting up a appointment with my doctor. I don't have insurance, but I HAVE to go. My dad said he can loan me what I need, so that's good. I'm sure he'd just give me the money, but I'd rather try to pay him back. It'll only be $50 or so, so that's good, too. I'm sure Charley (my doctor) will make sure I get the med's I need without getting raped, as well, so again, more good news. Charley's a good doctor. I like him. He's friendly, he listens, and he actually fucking helps. And, he's delt with my ulcer before (he's the one who diagnosed it in the first place), so that'll make all this that much more easy.
Nothing has been a bane on me more than my anxiety. It's made just being alive and living day to day a bitch, and it has medical results like this. I was so high strung, stressed out and afraid of highschool that I burnt a hole right into my stomach. The only other thing that has been an equal burden is my hypochondria (fear of getting sick/always thinking your sick) (I know what you're thinking, and yes, this ulcer IS real. I already told you Charley diagnosed it, and I dont go around from doctor to doctor till I find one that agrees with me. I only go to Charley) and the baggage from my mom coming out of the closet in 7th grade and leaving the family soon after (that'll fuck a kid up good. How the fuck do you trust women after something like that, ya know?!). So yeah, with out those three things, I'd be fine. Haha!
Shit, it's early, and I should be in bed, if only I could sleep. And look at me ranting! Haha!
I'm getting off here...
Can you believe that shit? I'm 21, and I have an ulcer. Would you believe it if I told you that I've had it since my freshman year in highschool? Well, its true.
So yeah. It's goddamn 6:30am. I've been up since just after 5am because of this damn thing. My stomach didn't wake me up, but when I got up to get a drink...
!!!...stomach pains! Now I can't get back to sleep.
This isn't good. That shouldnt happen, ya know? So, I broke down, and I'm setting up a appointment with my doctor. I don't have insurance, but I HAVE to go. My dad said he can loan me what I need, so that's good. I'm sure he'd just give me the money, but I'd rather try to pay him back. It'll only be $50 or so, so that's good, too. I'm sure Charley (my doctor) will make sure I get the med's I need without getting raped, as well, so again, more good news. Charley's a good doctor. I like him. He's friendly, he listens, and he actually fucking helps. And, he's delt with my ulcer before (he's the one who diagnosed it in the first place), so that'll make all this that much more easy.
Nothing has been a bane on me more than my anxiety. It's made just being alive and living day to day a bitch, and it has medical results like this. I was so high strung, stressed out and afraid of highschool that I burnt a hole right into my stomach. The only other thing that has been an equal burden is my hypochondria (fear of getting sick/always thinking your sick) (I know what you're thinking, and yes, this ulcer IS real. I already told you Charley diagnosed it, and I dont go around from doctor to doctor till I find one that agrees with me. I only go to Charley) and the baggage from my mom coming out of the closet in 7th grade and leaving the family soon after (that'll fuck a kid up good. How the fuck do you trust women after something like that, ya know?!). So yeah, with out those three things, I'd be fine. Haha!
Shit, it's early, and I should be in bed, if only I could sleep. And look at me ranting! Haha!
I'm getting off here...