I'm trying to keep myself from allowing this to continue to frighten me, but the inability to eat, coupled with migraines and dizzy spells that are sending electric prickliness shooting throughout my entire body (which is a new and highly unexpected symptom) has me curled up and unsure of what to do.
If my normal attack of vomiting was occurring the hospital would most likely be my immediate next step so my doctors could once again attempt to figure what the hell is going on while having me under eyes 24-7. But with the lack of actual loss due to my body's wonderful love of self emetic action somehow not acting normally I'm instead trapped in a situation that I've no idea how to help myself.
Thought I had started to get better lately. Reading Jane Austen's letters I came to one of her last ones where she writes of feeling healthier and the editor of the collection notes that the authoress apparently had become fooled by those remissions, sometimes sadly short lived, that can occur to those sick with internal illnesses. How apropos and how melancholy such little snippets can turn out.
Feel that an apology to Will would not be amiss. He does seriously try and if he acts inappropriately regarding my health, that is to be expected upon occasion and should find me full of understanding and, if necessary, forgiveness. I know he tries to be a good roommate and also a good assistant and if I don't know what to do and am full of fear why should I expect more from him? (He just woke from a short nap so I did apologize).