This week I have been exhausted, for no good reason. I really hope they come up with *something* next time I’m at the hospital. My life is full of frustration at the moment as I want to get out and do things, but my body simply won’t let me.

It makes me want to cry or have a tantrum.

I have irish breakfast tea and baklava. I heart baklava.


When you have an injury, you put ice on it, you put heat on it, you rest up and feel a bit better.

Whatever I have feels like there are little beings inside of me, with little pick axes, hacking away at little points within me. Tapping away at my pipes. I can’t seem to get comfortable, even if i take panadeine forte i can still feel the little beings in there, tapping away at my insides. I’m fucking sick of it and I want it gone.


~ by Fen on October 3, 2008.

2 Responses to “”

  1. Unfortunately, I know how you feel. I wish I could make it better for you.

  2. yeah? have you been diagnosed with anything? so very frustrating, sorry to hear you experience it too.

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