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Wednesday, Apr. 16, 2003/10:15 pm hospital I have to be very quick. I'm on my way to hospital. An ambulance is coming. It's on a blue light. I can't breathe properly. I've been having severe heart and chest pains since my first purge this morning. Knocked of energy, i couldn't move properly. I slept for two hours and took 7 units of insulin because i was very high. Things have improved slightly but i am far from okay. Pins and needles in my hands, pains down my right arm and leg cramps. Clamy white skin. At one point i had to drink diet coke from a straw because i was struggling to swallow. I was unable to find enough stamina to get up and change the channel on the tv. I posted on the tf and someone gave me the NHS helpline number. I called, they spoke to my Mum after i'd told them what had happened and now i am here. I have to go right now. They're here. I hope they don't make me gain weight. I'm 87. I'm scared. Oh god. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |