& hey, shoutout to Rocketdust. The migraines are getting better! Still got em, but they’re controlled with medication. I really hope they go away and stay away, fa sho. But NOW, my heart rate is like 45 beats/minute. waaaaay low. which is why i’ve been blacking out. (the source of my break up: i blacked out and couldn’t drive to his place. he got mad at me. winner.) so, i may need more tests. *SIGH*
I just haven’t gotten obsessed yet, but I will.
Also, pretty sure my ex is going to remain an ex. Seeing as, I still have migraines, coupled with dizziness, spacey, and black outs, and he keeps wanting to oh…go to movies, go to bars, drink. umm. really? I CAN’T RETARD. Not to mention, when I tell him I can’t, he’ll then only reply with 1-5 words for the rest of the evening, and then try to send me a sob story. Excuse me for not giving a fuck, when you don’t give a fuck about me. He’s just an idiot. I should have known. He was too pretty to have a brain. Oh well, I’m a self proclaimed man-eater. The problem is he keeps trying to pull me back in, and I try to reconsider but then he just makes me RAGE. smh. idiot. (him, not me, of course)
So, I have a concussion, it happened in the accident I was in on early Sunday morning. So, the doctor at the ER prescribed me Vicodin. I’ve been taking it, as prescribed. Woke up yesterday, and my head was WORSE than on Monday. Went back to MY doctor today, he of course sent me to a neurologist (he’s overly cautious). Well, the neurologist told me that because there is a history of migraines in my family, it may be possible that the concussion has caused me to have migraines now…FOR THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE. I am so pissed. What’s worse? All (ok, a couple) of my friends here, have become total fucking CUNTS. I consider myself a cunt, but these two bitches have gone above and beyond the call of duty, acting “concerned,” for my welfare, by just blaming my boyfriend for everything. *sigh* ok, that’s a different rant. I’ve already done it. But honestly, I’m scared. I’m not scared, I’m just worried I guess. I don’t want to have migraines. I’m a badass. I have a high pain tolerance. I’m like my mom, but I’ve seen what migraines do to her, and I’ve seen my sister throwing up and laying in bed all day because of hers, and I DON’T FUCKING WANT THAT. I’m just going to pop these new pills, hope they work, and go to bed.
An #Aquarius is so painfully honest and a straightforward kind of person, a passionate lover, and an absolute a$$ kicker
The last thing I want to get when I feel sick from someone I’m close too is a text that says, “k feel better” after saying I can’t drive to see you because I have a concussion, am in PAIN, and am too fucked up on my prescription vicodin to operate a motor vehicle. I’m so pissed right now. Which is also a side effect of the vicodin, but still, don’t be a fuckface. Also, I want to point out, I’m not a pussy. I have a high pain tolerance. So, if I’m bitching and whining, it’s because I legit want to just blow my brains out to stop the pain. No worries, I won’t do that, it’s just that serious. FUCK. >endrant<
