The last 48 hours were horrendous. It was what dying must feel like. Physically falling apart, mentally breaking down. I got severely dehydrated yesterday, and I was hospitalized for fluids. I was determined to vote yesterday, so I bundled up and went to our local high school. As I stood in line to get my ballot, I felt darkness come in on me, but I clutched the table and filled out the ballot. The problem came when I tried to put the ballot in the scan tron machine, and I started to fall, sinking lightly. I remember voting but I don't remember how I got the ballot into the machine, I couldn't see anything in front of me. The volunteers at the polls tried to call the hospital but my parents assured them that we were heading to the hospital right after this. Somehow, I got into the car, supported by my dad and one of the polling volunteers. Thankfully, I didn't pass out, but between monday night and now, I've had my fair share of scares. Each dehydration-sparked lightheaded incident was coupled with a nervous breakdown/panic attack, so its been rough.
I'm feeling much better right now because I'm not lightheaded anymore, but I still feel pretty awful. My whole body hurts and the aleve/claritin aren't doing the trick. Right now, I feel like someone is shoving a knife between my ribs. 48 hours of hell, come to a close.