Okay. So. I’ve been sick for two months pretty much.
It’s played out.
I know I’m supposed to be the “good little soldier” and no one likes to see sick people complain.
WELL GUESS WHAT?
I have this STUPID med that I have to take throughout every meal that tastes awful and makes me run to the bathroom 6,000 times a day.
I don’t even think it’s helping the pancreatitis. That’s the worst part.
My side still freaking hurts. I’m learning to live with that as a part of life now.
I eat = I hurt.
You’d think I wouldn’t eat anymore, but I can’t stop doing that for real so…
My mood is garbage because of all of this. I know I should be more wise minded about it, but I’m throwing a tantrum like a toddler.