I went to bed on New Years Eve at 9pm. I'm THAT cool. I had been at work all day, feeling miserable ALL day, looking forward to getting home ALL DAY. I woke up at 11am on New Years Day, promptly threw up, and felt miserable until I went back to bed at 3pm. Happy 2012! -_-
It's now the end of the 4th of January, and there's been little improvement. I didn't eat for the first two days of the new year (therefore couldn't take my normal medications), and on the third, I managed to eat a normal dinner (yay!) and keep it down. However, today, I felt ok so I had smoothie for breakfast, and potatoes for lunch (with medication). Then, right before dinner, I threw up again.
ARGHHHHH I'm so angry, things were starting to look better and now we're back to square one.
I did have a peculiar dream though, possibly to do with the book I'm currently reading (Remember Me, by Christopher Pike) on New Years Eve... I dreamed that I went to sleep and never woke up. And that it didn't even scare me. Death has always been something that has terrified me, so for me to wake up feeling as though death might not be so bad, THAT scared me.
What is going on?!
