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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