Thursday, October 8, 2009

I spoke to Mark on the phone; he's on his way home with home remedy items that I'm scared to use, but afraid not to.

I called Michael. He's on his way over. I just don't want to be alone right now. He can't make the pain go away. But he can be here. And that's what I need tonight.

Part of me wants to face the horror of the ER on the off chance that I could get some kind of results in the next 8 hours that could put me on the road to recovery - while most of me just doesn't have the strength for that. With Michael coming over I don't see me going there. He's gone there with me twice now and I know that both times were extremely hard for him... I don't want to do that to him again. Though if I feel I need to go I can send him home I guess. I just want to be sure I'm doing all that I can and I just feel like I'm sitting on my hands.

The pain is killing me. The not knowing what is happening in my body is killing me.

Mark is home. I have to go.

   posted by Bald Jason at 01:01 AM
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