So.
I think it's fair to say that the stresses of life are pressing down on me, hard. I don't particularly like what I'm hearing from the doctors at this time, but, they are the "experts".
So, now that I know that the pill can increase my pulmonary pressures so much that I could die, I've stopped taking all my meds. This tiny part of me was like "WOO" because the spiralactin tastes feral. Like, it's awful, I want to gag every time I put those in my mouth. Anyway, that's completely beside the point. The fun part is they wouldn't give me any other meds until the lung specialist decides what is safe, and what isn't. I have to wait until the 9th of June. Between now and the 9th of June, I'm going to get a lot of pimples.
This does not make me happy. I'm SICK of having pimples. Why won't they just fuck off!? My next appointment with the gyno isn't until the fucking 22nd of September so no joy with meds until then.
Like, FML.
I started cutting again. They look really crash hot next to my burn scar. Anyway, Mum saw them. Happily, this induced no dramas. Except that she thinks we should do yoga.... okay. Maybe. Probably not.
Going to bed now. Will try to write more.
I have this distraction issue at the moment, it's not cool.
- Sky
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