I. Hate. Being. Female.
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I don't even want to THINK about how fast I'm going through vicodin. I have four left. I started bleeding yesterday; I spent tonight taking four vicodin at a shot, every four hours, because the cramps had gotten bad enough that I couldn't even stand up otherwise. I feel like I want to die. Why the FUCK did I ask the doctor to lower my dose? Oh, yeah. Because I'm A FUCKING MORON. *twitch* I'm alternating between being drugged out of my mind and hurting so much I'm in tears. Sleep... has been sporadic.I really don't have anything to say. I'm not even sure why I'm posting this; it's not like it changes anything. I guess I just wanted to let it out. I've been trying to act... well, as normal as I ever act, at least. Can't do it much longer. I should have a refill available on the darvocet... at a store that I don't know if they even HAVE up here. *twitch* I'll likely call the dentist today. Or the doctor. Or both. My hormones are likely going off the fucking charts right now. I can't get on AIM, I can't exactly call out-of-country from the Dixons' phone line, Caleb is off on the road... gods, please, just... I don't know. Let me lose consciousness for about 24 hours. That'd be nice right now. I'm going to go stare at the alcohol I know better than to drink when I've got this much tylenol in my system, and watch tacky anime, and try not to cry any more than I already have, it just makes me feel worse.
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