Drama

Last night was ridiculous. It was the second night in a row where i have been ill. For the last few days i have been feeling poorly - not quite with it. I've been passing out, going dizzy, vomiting from the laxatives (i think) and just feeling like death. I am just about over the cold i had last week so it is definetly not that.

Last night, my stomach was in such intense pain, i can't even begin to tell you. I was violently sick and just not well at all. I passed out again and it was after that that i decided to call the GP collaborative.
A doctor called me back and asked that i go straight in. He sent a medicar to pick me up and off i went. He did all different tests. There was mention of colitis but because i haven't noticed any blood in my stools, that was ruled out...he tested for any sort of urine infection, that came back clear...
He poked around on my stomach, he did my blood pressure (which was really quite low) and just did a few basic tests.
I was shaking like a leaf, dizzy as hell and just felt like someone had come along and kicked all trace of health from my body. It was horrible.

I ended up arriving home at about 4.30 this morning but couldn't sleep so i decided to get ready and trot on out to pick up a package that is waiting for me at the local Royal Mail place. I swear i spend more time in that damn place that anywhere else these days.

I then walked in to Hillsborough to this sign language thing. Just a group of my old classmates meet for a coffee and to practise signing.
I managed to stay all of 30 minutes but i had to leave because i felt too unwell. I just felt so sick and dizzy and it was horrible.
I left and came straight home. I've been sleepy again since arriving back at mine. Its ridiculous how tired i am
There has got to be something wrong...

I don't get my bloods back until Monday because they did the whole lot and it takes a bit longer...I have to have an ECG tomorrow. I am going to go to the drop in ECG place at the Hallamshire before my appointment for CBT. I am nervous about that because i am scared that i will have to show too much flesh but ill do it because i need to work out what the hell is wrong. I know how to say no anyways and i will just get up and leave if they decide to be dickish to me!

Then i have cbt and then i am meeting Lucie. I am back to only seeing her once a week again because i literally stay in the house six days a week, restricting and laxing. Its gay. Very gay

Hmm...i am so over feeling this poorly. Its been a long while since my ED has had this much of an effect on my health and i think the abuse i have been giving myself may actually be catching up on me

ugh

xxx