it's getting harder and harder everyday. i truely believe that I was supposed to die on the 9th. it's one thing not being able to eat, but to not be able to walk by yourself is another. My mom and dad or one parent and a nurse has been walking me to the bathroom because I can barely walk.
I've had staring spells which m think are silent seizures. Next week, the nurologist is coming in and doing a work up and I'm probably have more imaging done.
If the coordination issues are from the hypoxia which they probably are, they can't do anything except maybe do more physical therapy but that may not do may thing. The likeliness right now is wheelchair confinement because using a walker like my own isn't working for me.
They also think I'm having more seizures so that'll probably mean more medication...
Im gaining weight which is good but I'm not happy because after the ICu admission I probably won't be let home when I hit 105 cause of all the complications I keep on having. They're starting tube feeds of all goes well Thursday though
I'm tired and done wrh r wrh thing.
I feel like a walking corpse. I have scars on my arms, multiple so many ones on my stomach, a tube coming out of my stomach, one coming out of my arm, a thing in my ches. I'm ugly. I want to die.
My dad still haven't left the hospital. I feel guilty and he says he won't lose his job but I'm afraid he's lying and then we'll be poor cause my mom already quit her job because of me
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Her Journey, My Struggle
Non-FictionMy sister was based on Meaghan and she was on the road to eating disorder recovery. On Sunday, Spetember 17, 2016, she was admitted to the hospital after a suicide attempt and a BMI of 14.7. After days of not eating, she made the decision that she...
