I am tired. Dead tired.

I can't keep my eyes open, even after ANOTHER nap. I can't get any rest. I am doing very poorly here.

This is bad because, see, the I.V. was supposed to give me energy, to make me feel better.

I feel worse right now than I have in weeks.

My body is drained.

My SOUL is drained.

I honestly feel as if there's something waiting, inside me... if I close my eyes for too long, I'll just... die.

I feel that tired.

It shouldn't be like this... the whole damned point of the torture earlier was that it was supposed to HELP this sort of thing, make it STOP. Not make it worse.

This really is what I get for listening to my mother.

Oh... incidentally... after I sat through the I.V. procedure, we got in the car... my arm was aching horribly, my wrist felt like it had been broken repeatedly, and I was cradling that arm, holding it carefully, protecting it. She looks at me, goes, "I know you feel bad, honey, but..." and RUBS MY ARM, STARTING AT THE FUCKING WRIST. Then, when I burst into tears after nearly throwing up from the sudden wave of pain, she just glares at me, like it's MY fault I am suddenly hurting more, and acts for the next half-hour as if I did it just to offend her.

Bitch.

I keep being reminded of why I hate that woman.