we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.
mortalcity: Olivia with lines drawn on her face, looking desperate. (Fringe | whisper prayers into the dark)
[personal profile] mortalcity
This entry is not going to be very coherent. WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW.

Jae finally got me into the free clinic yesterday. I have done things that were less fun, but not many. Hours of just waiting while bracing for a fight and so tense I was vibrating were both painful and exhausting. And I have to do it again on Tuesday (though at least then I have an appointment, so it's only an hour of trying to figure out how quickly I can injure anyone in my way and then run).

But I do have thirty days worth of pills, and the doctor seemed willing to prescribe more after that if they work. A part of me is certain they are going to start working and then they will run out and I won't get any more for one reason or another because that is just what happens in my life, but I am trying not to dwell on that possibility too much. I have too many other things to freak out about right now.

The pills make me dizzy. And nauseous. It's nothing I can't live with, but I so hope it fades quickly, because I'm having enough trouble keeping myself from starving lately. I've lost enough weight that my clothes don't fit right anymore. And I am still exhausted, because no matter how tired I am, I can't seem to sleep for more than an hour at a time.

Any time my body would like to allow me to be a functional human being again? That'd be great.
Date: 2011-07-08 11:51 pm (UTC)

thatrainbow: ([aj] work work work)
From: [personal profile] thatrainbow
*HUG* I hope it was just that I didn't think to shove food at you as well. <333 Hopefully the ginger ale will help if not, and you'll acclimate quickly. And then put on some weight. *frets*