Well, here’s to an interesting morning. I had to finish another round of supplement which made me incredibly nauseous, anxious, guilty, and angry, but I’m here to leave. I’m not here to stay. So I just have to do that once more in an hour and then challenge myself to do 100% at dinner with real solid food. It’s so counterintuitive, but knowing that kind of progress won’t be expected of me elsewhere since I’m nowhere near that level with my mind or body is reassuring. I also asked how long I might be expected to stay, and the given estimate was a week.
After that I got to wash my hair, which was an adventure and a half. I now smell delicious, but got my IV and the johnnies and pretty much everything all tangled up, including a skyrocketing heart rate. But I got it done, albeit over a sink with a basin. And I feel much more like myself now.
So looking ahead I have a couple visitors, some more Ensure, a flu shot, and a whole ‘nother day in the life of an anorexic in the hospital ahead of me. Will keep everyone updated on the Lunch Loop of Hell Level Two. Much love 💜