I'll even tell you why:
When I take my pain meds, because if I don't I get OhMyGoddessOw!ChestPain due having surgery - yesterday, they have this lovely side effect of making me drowsy and suppressing any hunger I may actually manage to work up while my body is focusing nearly all it's energies toward healing me.
Now, noramlly, I wouldn't think this a bad thing: I sleep more, less energy goes to making me cognizant of my surroundings, hunger suppression means I can sleep longer and heal faster. All good, right? Wrong. At about 1PM today, I realised that, though I'd been vaguely awakes since 4AM, I'd eaten nothing, just drunk lots of water. So, realising that my body does need SOME energy, I had my little sister make me some buttered toast, since I'm no allowed up out of bed to do it myself.
I couldn'teven eat both slices: my stomach felt full and I just couldn't make it through to eat the food. So, I called my little sister back and asked her to ake it away, lesson leanred: don't eat unless I'm hungry.
Haven't been hungry all day. So I nodded off, oh, maybe an hour and a half, two hours ago, watching the Pagan Perspective collaboration channel on YouTube, and didn't realise. That is, I didn't until I woke up about an hour later to realise, 'oh, sheiss, I'm gonna hurl!'
Which I did. Into my water glass. And on my - thankfully plastic covered due to my love of painting - floor. The only reason I can come up with for my upchuck? Not eating. My parents concur.
The pain meds suppress hunger, as already mentioned.
Gah.
Hoping to at least keep this slice of bread down, and glowering at my pills,
- Janie L.
At least I get to wear the Grumpy Dwarf Santa hat. Thank you Daddy, for knowing how to comfort a crying teenage girl.
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