No rest for the wicked...
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It's been occuring to me recently - as in, last few hours recently - that I have at least one thing to be thankful for. I may have confusion regarding what side of the whip I want to be on some days, I may be easily distracted and often in pain... but I know what I AM. I'm not a girl trapped in a boy's body or a boy trapped in a girl's body. Much as I bitch about the way it goes about being female, I'm ok with the fact that this body IS female. Hell, I'm pretty happy about it, as long as I'm not bleeding and feeling like I'm getting punched in the gut, or getting my nipple piercings caught on things. *wry grin*
Sleep... isn't happening. Head hurts too much, body's all twitchy, and I feel sick to my stomach. I just want to pass out, but I can't yet.
I'm going to wake Caleb up early, and get dressed and stuff, go with him out to Walgreens to see about getting amatryptaline, and one more box of fuzzies. Tonight I really need to see the urgent care doctor, this is getting stupid.
I just want my head to stop pounding and to get some sleep.
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