Not to fall victim to my own paranoid thoughts but more than a month ago I got my tummy checked, and the doctor told me it was something that could be treatable with a month of meds, which I dutifully took and I had been feeling great ever since.
Yesterday I was supposed to go to this doctor again for a post-treatment check-up, but I had a meeting, his office is far away, and I know it's not something chronic and I feel fine now, so I decided to cancel so I didn't have to go all the way up there to be told I'm fine, that'll be $1600.
Today, I got an acid reflux like I used to get before the treatment. And then I got a text from the doctor's office that's like "hiiiiiii we know you cancelled but we wanted to let you know that you can reschedule at any time on our website!!!!!!".
Attention Y/N fic writers, I have some great news! Did you know that you can just say penis or vagina without referring to AGAB? It's true! You don't need to say "reader with AFAB genitalia" when what you mean is reader with a vagina! You do not actually have to annoy all the trans people scrolling tags by asserting that there are "girl" parts or "boy" parts! Amazing!
I'm a guy with a pussy. Stop finding new ~*progressive*~ ways to forever associate me with female woman girl female female female when I'm just trying to have a nice time looking at horny fanart. Please.
Can my body stop hurting?!! Like I know, I'm hungry. I know I need food. But if I eat, it just comes back up because my body won't keep anything down. So why the hell does my body insist on making me feel my stomach do the thing! I want to be able to eat. I want to! I'm so tired of throwing up.
did not realize how bad the stress of the last week was hitting me until MY VISION STARTED SPINNING so bad I couldn't walk & I threw up straight bile because uhhh my body's response to all that was to suppress my appetite so bad for 3.5 days that I nearly fainted
there is no moral to this story, last week was genuinely unpredictably bad to a pretty severe degree, shout out to old people for soft peppermints & hard ginger candies though, MVPs fr
From three in the mornin till my roommate left at seven, I've been throwin up, as I lay down in the bottom of the tub, sufferin in the shower and would turn on the hot water to help and then pour cold water on my head to “equal” it out.
So happy that the water heater is really fast, since I'd use all the hot water and turn it off when it got too cold and would try to sleep a little bit in the tub as the heater goes off in the bathroom.
Literally a full imagine of me, sufferin in the bottom of the tub, just wantin to sleep or at least just die in my sleep.
I'd throw up whatever is in my stomach and blood till my throat got soar from throwin up for literally four hours.
THAT'S not the last of my physical health problems, but it's sure as fuck the worst out of what I have to deal with. (But that's for another post and I'm already so drained from today and all of this week of what has happened. Scratch that. Make it the past two fuckin years.)