The last five days of my life have been like a nebulous downward spiral of doom. On Thursday or Friday I forgot to take my meds, and then for some reason didn't take them the day after or the day after that or the day after that. Whoops.
I want to crawl inside a hole right now. I literally want to go out into my back yard with a shovel, dig a nice moist hole in the dirt next to where my cat is buried, climb in, and never come out.
This morning I woke up at 11:00. Well, my mom woke me up. Who knows how late I would have slept if she hadn't yanked the covers off me and snapped the shades open.
It's not the just psychological effects of the bingeing that have been wearing on me either. Today I was still so full from yesterday and I started having these weird little burps. I tried to hold one in, but I guess my pharynx has been weakened or something because the burp wouldn't stay down and instead came up through my nose in a torrent of stomach bile. My dad saw it and was like, "Woah! Over the sink, over the sink!"
So there is the update. I'm not in the mood to write much else but you get the gist; sleeping all day, bingeing when I'm awake, and apparently falling apart from the inside out.