I'm always fucking tired except I never yawn, stay up a full 15 hours and sleep the other 9 with no problem, but I still feel mentally exhausted. I can never talk to anyone anymore cause I really don't give a fuck, I like being left alone and staying totally quiet and whenever someone tries to talk to me it REALLY pisses me the fuck off. I got this weird feeling in the front part of my head that's difficult to describe, it just feels like it's really swollen or 'dead' and it often hurts like fuck. This feeling leaves me feeling quite disassociated, I feel totally apathetic, no fear in death no nothing. Whenever I get my heart-rate up my head starts hurting all over the place, feels like it's going to explode or something. My doctor thinks I have a brain abscess and am waiting for a CT scan, what do my niggas here think?
It does actually sound serious. I mean, if a simple eye infection nearly killed me (docs said it would have went to my brain within days if I didn't get treatment) then something like that would be worrying.
After all the stuff I've heard about the brain and how a small amount of chemicals being off, or the balance being upset by drugs, I'd assume the docs would say to you "ok, ur crazy in the head d00d, so take sum moar drugs and that'll fix ya rite up. yup. well, after we try numerous different kinds on u ferst."
Call it bad experiences in life, and with seeing bad things happen to friends.
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Percival J. Dingleberry2007-07-26 15:50 ID:Me+UhdIh
>>1
Uh oh, sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays!
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Anonymous2007-07-26 16:39 ID:kNY5tu/C
You need more god in your life. Or better yet, gods. I recommend Hinduism.
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Anonymous2007-07-26 17:18 ID:tlJSL3r8
It's lupus.
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Anonymous2007-07-26 18:32 ID:4AmE+En6
OP here I'm getting a CT scan in a week and a half. Should I shove a crayon up my nose to fuck up their machine?
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Anonymous2007-07-26 18:40 ID:4AmE+En6
>>13
Yeah I know what you mean, I've been on shit loads of 'medication' that's done fuck all. The only thing one of the drugs did do was make me suicidal; I tried to tell my doctor these pills weren't going to work but no no let's "just wait and see" he says. Only after I'm on my kitchen floor trying to drink washer fluid and laughing hysterically does the dumb fuck think "Hey maybe we shud try something else". Fucking doctors, I'm sick of their fucking pills, you'd think they could get it through their pretentious arrogant heads that after at least 5 different drugs doing fuck all (plenty of side effects though) that maybe this isn't some stupid depression bullshit. MAYBE and this is crazy, maybe if they fucking listened to the patient for once instead of sell them on their 'miracle' drugs I'd be better by now or at the very least I'd have more faith in these assholes.
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Anonymous2007-07-26 18:43 ID:KBxc+hOS
>>17
Nah, crayons hurt. Go with small, unsharpened pencils.