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Normally I just read the posts people have up and it helps reassure me that this flare wont kill me. But I need to vent now. And I need some support from people who understand.
Im just so sick of being in pain. I just want to wake up and go to work like everyone else. Not wake up. poop. attempt to eat. poop. get to work. poop. hope to make it through my day while trying to find the middle ground between starving and eating is painful. its just ridiculous. And quite frankly im sick of listening to myself complain, and I feel bad for always complaining to my friends or to my husband, but it just hurts so much and Im so uncomfortable and sometimes I want to feel validated, but that just makes me feel like a burden again. Its a vicous cycle...
So for Christmas my husband bought us Broadway tix to The Book Of Mormom! This was a really huge surprise, seeing as we dont make a lot of money and it was really thoughtful. Well I spent the week before on the couch and in the bathroom. So finally the steriods started helping and we're able to go.
All day my ass hurt, I kept trying to get to a bathroom that wasnt either crowded or cramped. The worst was on the train. 2 hours, I couldnt take it any longer, i was gonna **** myself. So I go to the little horrible bathroom, it has no running water, no water in the toilet, and its absolutely filthy, covered in pee like someone just peed all over for the fun of it. Its cramped, theres no room, I have jeans and stockings on, i cant sit, and people start knocking on the door. All I wanted at that moment was my own bathroom, or at least a ******* wet wipe. I came back to my seat 15 minutes later, bow legged from the pain in my ass and still feeling like i was gonna **** myself.
Its ridiculous, and Im sick of it
Im just so sick of being in pain. I just want to wake up and go to work like everyone else. Not wake up. poop. attempt to eat. poop. get to work. poop. hope to make it through my day while trying to find the middle ground between starving and eating is painful. its just ridiculous. And quite frankly im sick of listening to myself complain, and I feel bad for always complaining to my friends or to my husband, but it just hurts so much and Im so uncomfortable and sometimes I want to feel validated, but that just makes me feel like a burden again. Its a vicous cycle...
So for Christmas my husband bought us Broadway tix to The Book Of Mormom! This was a really huge surprise, seeing as we dont make a lot of money and it was really thoughtful. Well I spent the week before on the couch and in the bathroom. So finally the steriods started helping and we're able to go.
All day my ass hurt, I kept trying to get to a bathroom that wasnt either crowded or cramped. The worst was on the train. 2 hours, I couldnt take it any longer, i was gonna **** myself. So I go to the little horrible bathroom, it has no running water, no water in the toilet, and its absolutely filthy, covered in pee like someone just peed all over for the fun of it. Its cramped, theres no room, I have jeans and stockings on, i cant sit, and people start knocking on the door. All I wanted at that moment was my own bathroom, or at least a ******* wet wipe. I came back to my seat 15 minutes later, bow legged from the pain in my ass and still feeling like i was gonna **** myself.
Its ridiculous, and Im sick of it