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blustocking) wrote2003-04-15 09:03 pm
blustocking) wrote2003-04-15 09:03 pm
fuck, I don't mean to whine, but...
Everything I was going to say, has dwindled down to this:
I feel so sick, nauseous.
The last hour of work was very painful, literally. I don't know why...just cascading waves of sharp, shooting pain in my stomach. And no, it wasn't gas and it's not womanly. I know what those feel like. This was higher. It subsided soon after I got home, so I decided to go out and sell some clothes. Because I don't get paid for another week still and I'm sick of asking my parents for money. I also stopped at the library and picked up The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. I'm catching up on all of the movies I should have seen already. Heh.
But now it's hurting again, and it's making my back muscles tighter, thus making more pain.
Goddamn.
I'm disabling comments merely because I feel like I'm being a big baby. I'm just writing it down so I'll know when it started, if I need to.
I feel so sick, nauseous.
The last hour of work was very painful, literally. I don't know why...just cascading waves of sharp, shooting pain in my stomach. And no, it wasn't gas and it's not womanly. I know what those feel like. This was higher. It subsided soon after I got home, so I decided to go out and sell some clothes. Because I don't get paid for another week still and I'm sick of asking my parents for money. I also stopped at the library and picked up The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. I'm catching up on all of the movies I should have seen already. Heh.
But now it's hurting again, and it's making my back muscles tighter, thus making more pain.
Goddamn.
I'm disabling comments merely because I feel like I'm being a big baby. I'm just writing it down so I'll know when it started, if I need to.