Hi, gyus!
Today we were not at all like those that were before that, before I told you relatively funny stories. And you today my story is sad at about 3 o'clock in the morning I started an attack of an ulcer. For a long time I have a peptic ulcer and most likely it is caused by medications that take circular psychosis. From time to time it recedes and does not bother me anymore, I never expected that it would start right now.
Of course, on the one hand, this could be expected because in the end I take quite heavy drugs that also affect the gastrointestinal tract, I woke up from a terrible pain of them, together with three crawled literally on all fours to hear that they did not have any medications that could help me at about 5:00 in the morning I started to cry from despair, but only by 10:00 in the morning they could help me, because my doctor came and somehow magically all the necessary medicines were immediately in place.
I cannot understand this: most of us come here and buy medicines that are needed for inpatient use. Did they really feel sorry for one pill of anesthetic so that I would not suffer so much? In the end, the attack lasted almost until today, that is, until 19:00, imagine I am suffering from 3 in the morning of the previous day until 19:00 in the evening and still do not know what my night will be. Soon they will have to give me the following medications in order for me to fall asleep, but I do not know if it will provoke another attack. I want to have time to see my doctor and ask that they give me medications not in pills, but injections so that they do not pass through the gastrointestinal tract.
Since today due to severe pain I could not go for a walk, I could not photograph you anything interesting from the local environment, so I will gladly just show you a photo of my dog. I miss my baby terribly and am waiting for when I can return home, but now I am scared of what is happening to my stomach: suddenly there is something more terrible happening there that even happens to my head. I do not know this, but I hope to find out, the doctor promised to write me to the therapist, but it seems to me that this will be of little use, after all, you need to swallow the probe in order to understand what exactly is happening in the stomach.
Of course, everything that I wrote could not but have an impact on my mental state. My depression sharply increased, in fact, I had not cried for a long time because antidepressants interfered with it, but now I remembered what it was like to cry from morning to evening and not be able to stop. I really couldn't stop today. I hope that the doctor did not see this, because it may not have very good consequences here. I’d better just tell him that I’ve gotten worse, and not show it visually. Take care of yourself and your loved ones. And tomorrow I will return to you and hopefully with a more optimistic post.
See you in the next post!
Love, Inber
