Hospitalization and a Picture of ME

Yesterday, I had to go to the hospital.
Let me just tell you - it SUCKED.
Just so you all know, it had nothing to do with my restricting. Instead, I wound up getting this unbelievably explosive pain in my abdomen around 1pm (about an hour after i'm supposed to go to bed, but I couldn't sleep for some reason) and tried to sleep it off, finally passing out around 2. 2 hours later, I woke up in such severe pain I couldn't even breathe. I literally crawled to the bathroom, thinking I was going to be sick, and wound up laying there on the floor until my stepmom found me. She nearly had to carry me out. We got in, and her and a guard got me in a wheelchair, and yeah. Wound up going through massive tests, all to come to the most brilliant, shocking conclusion of....

...nothing. Absolutely nothing. They didn't even give me any pain meds until AFTER I was about to leave.

It wasn't too long - about 3 hours - but those 3 hours were painful and horrible. They think it could be my appendix, but nothing showed up on the MRI. The pain has calmed down muchly, but it's still there, and if it flares up bad again and/or worsens, then I have to go back ASAP, because sometimes, early stage appendicitis doesn't show up. Personally, I think a cyst ruptured or something, because my ovaries are filled with hateful things battling my eggs, which are actually each little personifications of the anti-christ. (It's the only explanation on how such a tiny, half celled, half human being THING that doesn't even possess a full chromosome, can cause me so much god damned pain and money. These bastards in me will NEVER be fertilized.)

So I got home, passed out after the double dose of perkosets kicked in, and woke up a bit later to lay on the tile floor and let the coolness chill out my body. Then I got bored when my parents left, took more pain killers, played with my make up, and did my hair, and took some pictures. I was trying to do the 50's "We Can Do It!" poster look, but a slight spin on it...here's the pic (Only up for like, 24 hours! GET YO FILL!)

[OH NOES! PICTURE GONE NAO! SAD DAY :( ]

Now I'm sitting here feeling better, but still hurting, and harassing the hell out of my dog, wishing I felt good enough to go to the gym, because I'm BORED.

I need to go study, but adderall + oxy = terrible attention span and a confused energy level. My body doesn't know whether to be wired or wiped.

YEEHAW.

Also, down to 128.6. No exercise, just pure restricting. I love when things work.

SINCE MY BODY DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO.