the other night i was feeling sore. i had already taken naproxen and was still kinda in hell abt it and i took some RSO on top of that, but not at a dose thats ever really fucked me before. i kinda forgot abt it and let it digest and for a while was having a very very nice time. fucking n laughing n indulging for like a cpl hours until i really started to feel out of it. everyone else was asleep and my neck felt inccredibly stiff so i went 2 shower bc of how that tends to ease me when i feel fucked up. after a while in there i was sooooooooo uncomfortable. i was hearing music that wasnt playing, a very gentle new age kind of sound that felt uncanny and kind of upsetting to be hearing. i was also repeatedly getting hit with waves of nausea. when i got out of the shower to go lay down i was having trouble standing and my hips started to ache and shake like they have a couple times before in teh past. i couldnt really even get dressed i just kinda threw myself into bed and laid there shaking for a little until i started to scare myself by not being able to calm down the tremor. i woke up b and they comforted me as best as they could by like listening to me and getting me water n fruit in hopes of getting some potassium in me. i had tremors in my hips and legs and arms for like. two hours? i guess? it got so painful that all i could do was panic and it was really scary because the hwole time i was really struggling to think, beyond what felt like "too high". near the end of it i also experienced some visual hallucinations that felt a little too keenly patterened to remind me of someone and something i didnt want to be thinking about in such a state. i think i probably have some sort of neurological thing going on, it seemed like a seizure... idk. thats been kinda haunting me. im either thinking about that or glued to the sensations in my gums and mouth and cheek these past few days. im admittedly in a doomy sort of headspace as i write this bc of the overwhelming medical anxiety and boredom and the low estrogen and the pain and discomfort. i spent most of today hiding away in the bedrooms so as not to pollute the vibe but had a few things that forced me to be out and interacting with the house. it felt bad. i snapped at them and didnt really have the patience to play along with anything. it felt bad! showering by myself was the only thing that even got me close to feeling motivated, which is how i ended up writing a journal entry.
annoyed that this furfinder wont tell me a fucking name
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. saad. whine.
