Shana said tonight my face is really very red for some reason. Worrisome but nothing to do for it. Except continue resting. Keep an eye on it and my other medication reactions, I guess.
To say I'm incredibly depressed would be a massive understatement. The pain's bad enough to just keep me laying in bed with FP and Ein both pressed up against my leg. Without them I'd want to jump. Well, not jump, but perhaps over indulge in my medicines?
I'm stuck in a bad space. The clock said 11pm and now the time has gotten to 12:15am and tears are sort of streaming down my face from the pain and the knowledge I can't keep going on like this.
Huge migraine and utter sadness. Getting close to 1am. The lack of loving contact hits me at such times. Even the love of my sweetlings isn't helping me get through this. What this? 1:15am and Netflix has nothing to distract me from the pain and the fear that never ceasing pain is past, present, future-perfect.
Ein and Femme Pois cuddle and lay in places that protect me when it comes right down to it. Butts against one another and heads facing out so as to defend me.
Sometimes it feels as though my neck is in somebody's hands and it hurts to breathe and with the migraine and the steroid fat on my neck feels like it has a firm hold.
Spoke with Shana about things a little bit. She may end up staying and helping me out until she moves to Los Angeles.
Do I want to find help through Craigslist? No. Will I? Most likely. And on that note I'm off to play a few games before I manage to get sleep. Ouch to my pain. Ouch.