OHP And Vampirism
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*stretches, wincing slightly*So I've got a new batch of pills, offers of refills on my inhaler, and a whole new line of tests being run on the six vials of blood I gave - I swear, I'm not going to a doctor, I'm going to a vampire. Because CFS apparently is NOT recognized by the oregon branch of whoever is in charge of the Medical Profession, he's got to rule out EVERYTHING else first. This could take a while. Tired still - I've got some new sleeping meds and since I'm gonna have to get off the computer fairly soon anyway, I think I'm gonna give 'em a try, see if I can actually get some rest. Oh, you might want to check out today's link... the fellow is dead, killed himself a day ago. *blinks a bit* It's... I don't have words for it, really. It's too much. Mostly because I can read through his posts and see fragments of myself in them. It makes me wonder if there will get to be a point when this is all too much for me, too. *shivers* I hope not. Life holds too much for me to want to leave it. *smiles softly* I wouldn't want to leave my boys. Although admittedly, at least one of them can be damned provoking at times... *shakes her head* ...funny how he can go from oh-so-pleasing to oh-so-foolish to simply irritating in just a few minutes. Ehh, it keeps me on my toes, I suppose. Argh. I hate hurting this much. I hate not sleeping. Somewhere, there's got to be a cure for all this, yes?
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