I crashed. No, I don't mean it like the way a computer would crash. If I meant that, then I won't be here writing about it, right?
I went to bed after work last Friday and spent most of the night tiring my eyes out to be able to sleep. I slept at around five in the morning, and woke up two hours later when the sun came shining through my curtains in full glaring glory, feeling as if I am hang-over. The new medicine I am on has funny side effects. You feel like you're having the worst morning sickness of your life, made even much worst by diarrhea and a hairsplitting headache. But it does keep my blood sugar within normal and at least for the last two days, I have been free from the pain caused by my ovarian cysts. So I guessed, there is no way to get the best of both worlds. I have to suffer the headache, the nausea, the dizziness, and the diarrhea, so I won't feel the cystic pain or so I won't die due to high blood sugar complications. Sometimes, I wish I have the option to choose the latter, because it is the easiest of all my other choices.
Today is Sunday and nothing has improved. I didn't go to church because my head swims when I try to get up. I forced myself to bathe and almost lost conciousness in the bathroom. Darn this body for rotting too early...
I am so tired of feeling like this...
