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~*Ensure
'Make sure to drink alot of Ensure's to keep your weight!'
Sarah would constantly scream at me during lunch time. My turkey sandwich would be out of the ziplock bag, but untouched. I never ate my sandwich. I was hungry- but i just didn't want to eat it. I would take one bite and leave it there so Sarah wouldn't hurt me. I wasn't starving myself. . . it was just i wasn't in the mood to eat what i had.
It was a big problem, but it pissed some people off. They were afraid that i was going to die. Constantly working out and not eating.
Now that i had surgery, i'm on a fluid diet. Ensures, pudding, jell-o, drinks, rice soups and icecream is what i've been eating. I'm hungry. I want meat. But i can't eat meat. I can't chew meat. My stiches bother my tounge. Smiling hurts now. I want to know what it looks like. I know they cut alot, deep down there. But i want to see. But i can't. I'm not allowed.
Kenny called me late at night, constantly telling me how worried and if i was alright. If i looked the same, can i talk the same [[which i was]] etc.
'We should like inject a needle in, and feed you meat through a tube.'
Gross, Kenny.
'Does it hurt still. . .?'
Hurts more when you make me smile.
'Sorry! I'll stop being funny. Calm, Kenny. . . calm.'
We talked intill one of our cellphones ran out of battery.
Today it doesn't hurt so much. But i'm still hungry. God. 2 months is so long. I don't think i can make it. I want some meat. Steak. Hamburgers! AGH!
I'm still in my pjs.
Bored.
Bored.
Tired.
Hungry. . .
Meat angel. Where are you. . . .
D:
 NinteyDegrees_South · Thu Apr 09, 2009 @ 03:50am · 1 Comments |
