it's been two weeks. what i thought was my dad just randomly getting into a little winter illness turned into probably the worst two weeks of my life.
waking up with my eye completely swollen shut.
vomit. take medicine. overheat. vomit more. take more medicine, repeat the cycle. 30 minutes of sleep, vomit, 30 minutes of sleep. days of wrapping myself in a cocoon and just hugging my trash can because i wasn't able to set it down long enough without throwing up again.
not eating for a week and a half. barely being able to handle liquid because it either tasted so bad or my body just wouldn't hold the intake of it. no water, no Gatorade, no Powerade, nothing, just feeling like i was going to die at absolutely any moment of the day. no energy to move, barely any energy to sit up or do anything without coughing or choking half to death.
i don't know what this was, but all i know is that i hope i never have to deal with this again, i hope this never comes back. & if it does? please, just let me go outside and push me into traffic, i cannot handle this again.
