Tuesday, July 27, 2010
So after everything this afternoon, I wasn't feeling great but I wasn't in horrible shape either. I laid down on the couch to nap with Alynna and the phone rang. By the time I got to it my vision was blurry and it felt like someone was crushing my skull. It was my girlfriend Amanda who wanted to drop some stuff off. Honestly the exact context of the conversation is a little fuzzy to me but I did ask her to come over. Next thing I know I am in the bathroom throwing up. When Amanda got here I was having a really hard time walking or talking but I did manage to get her to call Mark. I wanted Mark to call the ambulance because I felt like I was dying. Everything hurt, my head, my body, any kind of sensation made me start to vomit. At this point it was just dry heaves and bile so at least I wasn't making a mess. Mark did manage to get me picked up off the floor and babystepped me up the stairs to bed. I took a Klonopin and laid here for awhile hoping for death. Fibro hurts, this kills. Finally the Klonopin helped me get to sleep and I slept for awhile. Now I am up and can't get back to sleep. My head is still hurting, though not near as bad, and my body aches everywhere. Obviously sitting up in bed writing about this isn't helping anything but I am getting leg spasms when I lay down so at least it is something to do. I am sorry Amanda and Mark, I know I ask a lot of you.