I swear I'm gonna kill that boy when he gets better. Again. The fucking BOYFRIEND decided to not take it easy, to get greedy and have pancakes for breakfast. A DAY AFTER HE GOT BETTER! Yeah. And the thing that I'm most upset about is that I didn't stop him. I should've known better. I continuously heard yesterday that he's a big boy. So I let him make his own decisions today, thinking that hey he knows his own body, and he's a big boy.
And it certainly doesn't help that I'm completely PMSing right now. Moody, bitchy, everything. I'm getting pissed off at him, for being sick. Smart move. I know. I'm completely sorry about it. And told him so, right after I got pissy. He's laying down now. I got him a heat pad for his muscle spasms after all that vomiting. Thank god the nausea has gone away. So far. It seems like it is.
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One day, another ER visit, a specialist visit later and I have no hope for this man. He doesn't have nausea per se. It's more like his stomach is irritated and won't take anything going into it. Don't know what the cause of it is, but we power on. Don't know if he is going to call the specialists tomorrow to see the wtf is going on. He went to work anyways, which in this TS Debby nonsense, I think is stupid and if he gets into a crash I'm going to fucking kill him.
I feel like I'm losing all sense of control now. Like everything is going to pieces and taking me with it. Like I'm a tetherball and someone is playing a rousing game with me.
Plus-er side, I'm getting a lot done with my graphic novel. I need to watch some imagery heavy movies in order to make it ... more imagery heavy. Beef up my imagination shall we say.
All I know right now is that I'm barely keeping control of everything. So much stress. I actually started crying in front of him today, before he went in to work and right after he started throwing up again.
GRRRRRR-ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!
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