Sweet Misery
Do you ever suddenly realize that you're slightly miserable? Not miserable with life, but miserable physically? And being physically miserable is making you a little mentally miserable? I have! And on top of that, my effing teeth are starting to rot and that's making my entire mouth hurt. I think I found out my problem. N-e-u-r-o-n-t-i-n I stay on the edge of aggravation all the time. Sometimes if I'm just touched I want to punch someone's nose. I go shopping and want to pick up my cart and slam it down on the cashier's head for checking out my groceries too slow. And it makes me feel stupid. Stupid enough to not be able to think straight at times. I like to think! (usually) But the most miserably worstest thing about it is the weight gain. I'm not talking about a pound or 2.. Two months ago at my appointment, they weighed me. I was a happy 129. Sure, I wished it was 109 but I'll take that 129. Today? 139. I gained 10 pounds in 2 months and I haven't been eating anything more than I used to. And my stomach will swell out so big that I'll actually look like I'm pregnant at times. I can't even keep it sucked it. I have to wear my pants unzipped around the house and that makes me feel like a cow. I cannot stand it. I don't care what they say, I still think it's what caused my 2 NEW cavities and made my teeth so damn sensitive. In a little over a month, I'll be able to go to the dentist. Fucking yay. And then earlier today, I started feeling all shitty. Sweating, shaking, panic-y. Took my blood pressure - 120/75. (if you can believe that.) So I then took my blood sugar. 54. Fifty-four. And all that did was give my fatass an excuse to eat some more sugar. Will this shit never end?
