The Obscure

The State of Men, or of Other Things Not in the Least Bit Similiar.

Fucking-A, man. Today has been one of the worst days I have ever experienced. I woke up with a headache, then I went into my room and had a seizure, then I took a bunch of pills and I temporarily felt better. They are wearing off now, so I know I'm pretty well fucked for the rest of the day. I don't want to go to the Emergency Room again, but it seems like one of those days where it is a distinct possibility. But, what is there to do about that? It'll come if it comes, I don't have any control here anymore, not that I ever really did. I'll probably end up going there later, I have two percocets left, I thought I had three, but apparently one was misplaced or I miscounted or something. I can't take another one today, because I got like 8 days left until I get a refill. Fucking doctor. Although I suppose I probably would've run out just as quickly if I was trying to hold myself to three a day, too. Who knows?
I think I'm in trouble, I think I have an aneurism. All of my symptoms have been steadily worsening over the past few months, the seizure thing especially. I guess I am going to a neurologist to see if there is anything diagnosable, and if there isn't, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. If this thing keeps getting worse, I'm going to be a complete cripple within six months.

I guess that's all I have to say, I'm going to go lie down in my room and hope to god that what I was feeling this morning doesn't come back, but it already feels like it is. We'll see how it goes, I'll probably write more tonight, as to whether or not I went to the Emergency Room. I guess that's all there is to be said about that.