The last time I puked was when I got drunk on ten too many tequila shots back in 2007.
I kind of wish I hadn't gone for the scope; it's starting to feel like it made things worse. Sure I was constipated and had weird gastric problems, but I wasn't throwing up and I had an actual appetite.
The best part was, when I went back to see the specialist this morning and told her what I ate for lunch yesterday, she said that the mango/banana milkshake wasn't such a great idea post-scope.
Yeah okay thanks for telling me that in advance. Is it just me or should she have at least told my mom what I food I should avoid and all that? How the hell was I to know that I wasn't supposed to eat anything heavy?
So annoyed right now. I don't think I'd be able to play tennis tomorrow morning which is a very depressing thought. The whole time I freaked out while doing the scope, the thought of tennis calmed me down. It's become an addiction, something to keep me sane - and dammit, I really wanna fucking play tennis tomorrow morning.
Also? MY PHONE IS PISSING ME OFF. IT TELLS ME PHONE MEMORY FULL AND WHEN I GET TO THE DAMN DELETE MESSAGES PART IT TELLS ME THERE ARE NO MESSAGES. WHAT THE FUCK.
Going to shower and sleep. Super exhausted. And sick as a seadog.