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Well it was bound to happen. I think for the first time ever, I have officially taken too many pain pills at once. No seriously. I'm pretty sure I'm tweekin'. This is a horrible feeling. I just keep staring off into nothing, my balance is off, my brain is all over the place, and I can't keep my eyes open. What I wouldn't give for a fucking nap right now. So my stomach pains yesterday were over-fucking-whelming so when I got home, I took a vicodin around 5 and it worked great, I felt better than I had the whole damn day. I laid on my couch watched TV and didn't want to die. I actually even fell asleep at a normal hour.

Then it all went to shit. I woke up at 1:30 with excruciating joint pain. I'm not sure why this happens to me, but it did the last time after I got out of the hospital. Its like my knees and ankles just throb and I can't move them or stand on them or do anything without them just killing me. Its awful. Its so bad that it brings me to tears and for some reason only happens at night and when it wakes me up there is no going back to sleep. So in order to save my sanity, I took another vicodin. In the past they haven't really worked for this pain but I was desperate, and it had been about 6 hours which I'm pretty sure is when its ok to take another.  So I sit on the couch in awful pain just waiting it out because I know that I can't even attempt to sleep. Around 3:30 it starts to finally go away. I can sleep again. Here is where I fucked up. I woke up again at around 4:30. The pain...it was back in full force. And my dumbass doesn't think, just grabs another pill. Which maybe I'm overreacting and this isn't that bad, but for me, clearly this is too much because I can barely function right now. I dont  understand why people choose to feel this way. I dont get why people would purposely abuse prescription drugs to feel like this. So I fell asleep just fine, but woke up 2 hours later for work totally fucked up. Dizzy, stumbling, feeling like I want to throw up.

 
 
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Well big shocker. Since last Wednesday I have been camping out here again at the hospital...good news is that its not MS related, nor heart problems. Wahoo. However before we all start rejoicing with the peasants, lets take a step back and talk about how shitty it is that I'm here because its due to the colitis. Which as we all know, is seriously one of my favorite things to talk about. Remind me again, how much I hate my life.

So I'm here. Have been here. Hate being here, however am becoming a regular here. Nurses know me, people go out of their way to visit me. We're regular old friends around here.  Its like cheers except minus the liquor, fun, and Kirstie Alley.

So I'm gonna talk about the colitis for a bit, just because I think the education aspect of it is important. I do apologize that because of my medical disasters this blog has branched out a bit from MS, but hey since my MS is in remission right now, its clearly more fun to talk about as my disease ridden asshole.