After two weeks in the hospital, with nothing to eat... I was released three days ago. I'm back home, but not quite back to myself these days. I miss my friends, most of whom didn't call at all while I was in the hospital. But since I was high on morphine the entire time anyway, it wouldn't really have mattered.
So, I'm home... and in pain- every minute of everyday. It actually hurts less to starve myself, than it does if I eat... imagine swallowing shards of glass- that's what the insides of my body go through whenever I eat anything now. But at least I have control- I get to choose my pain. Starving hurts less so my diet- yogurt, bananas, and soup. I hope things improve. I have things to do and people to screw!