The day of my last post was a day I spent running up and down stairs, doing laundry, tidying the living room, scrapbooking, and more running up and down stairs. I wanted to do something nice for my mother who was at Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital with my sister. I knew doing so much was probably going to end up giving me some pain, but I didn’t realize how much.

Walking two blocks from our parking space to the GEC, did not help my impending pain. Walking from one side of the GEC to the other to find our seats was obviously going to contribute to my pain. Between second and third periods, walking down three flights of stairs and trekking across the GEC back to where we came in just to find some damn funnel cakes probably wasn’t a great idea.

That night, after I wrote this entry my legs started to hurt. I wasn’t too alarmed, I’d expected this. An hour later I took some pain medicine and hoped it would end, or at least lessen. It didn’t. It got worse and worse, I was the only one awake in the house, and so if I wanted to get a drink of water or turn the A/C on, I had to do it myself, which just intensified my pain. I felt like I had a fever, sweating and burning behind my eyes. Soon that feeling became intertwined with my pain, I began to have sensations like my bones were replaced with torches of fire. It was awful, and I began writhing in pain. I called my mom on my cell phone and she came in. Rubbing my legs really didn’t help this time, it almost just worsened it.

I wanted to die, or at least go to sleep for a long time. I kept taking pill after pill of pain medicine, but this time it was too strong and nothing helped. I was moaning and crying and yelling. Finally I was comfortable enough  to fall asleep on the couch, only to dream in pain. This is the first time I’d ever felt physical pain in my dreams. It was crazy. I woke myself up from whimpering in my sleep. This was awful.

Yesterday, at around two PM I was in my bed trying to sleep when I started to have indigestion. It was burning up my throat and my eyes were watering it was so bad. I sat up, tried to swallow but it was too painful. My mom came to the rescue with some rolaids and for the first time in years I actually chewed the nasty things up, I was so desperate. I took two Zantacs and prayed it would go away. Then I vomited all the contents of my stomach up. Now, not only was I in horrible pain, I was vomiting too.

I tried some more Rolaids and thankfully they helped. I laid back on the couch and fell asleep again. Every five hours I woke up, until it was 11PM and I decided to stay up. Now my left arm was hurting.

Isn’t this the life?