Sometimes I imagine myself getting held by mother Mary because I crave motherly love so badly. I was hardly raised Catholic... Sometimes I wish I could believe because it'd be such a comfort.
I was doing better through my health crisis than I had been in weeks. I wake up with a burning feeling in my stomach, I was uninterested in eating but brought myself to eat a baked potato. I go to bed for the night, my heart races, I try to drink water because I figured it was dehydration. An hour later I'm nauseous and having the '2 hour evacuation' of my bowels. I don't know what to do anymore...
I had to take a medical test at home, it took forever, was super restrictive on what I could eat. And I found out the ingredient that is used to test you is a laxative, I didn't even get a warning man.