I’ve been awake (“awake”) since 5am. I’m infinitely tired. My head hurts so bad, I’m wearing my sunglasses inside my apartment. My lymph nodes in my throat feel like burning hot potatoes.
The worst though, by far, is my stomach. It hurts so much. It’s so bloated that I could barely close my widest pants this morning; once I was back home from my therapy appointment, I slipped into sweatpants that still feel too tight. I have to burp every few minutes, for a few minutes. I don’t want to eat or drink because it only makes it worse. I haven’t eaten all day. I spent the last four hours at home staring into eternity or scrolling through Reddit or contemplating going to the store to buy some crackers, salty crackers are all I can imagine eating. Only now, typing this, am I realizing that ordering food online is a thing that exists. I might do that.
Guess I need to pause my low-dose naltrexone experiment again.
The pharmacy messaged earlier, I can pick up the low-dose ability (aripiprazole) tomorrow evening.