Hospitals…vile places full of death and illnesses. I hate them.
Last week I had some blood samples taken to be tested and apparently my body was shutting down because of a lack of sugar, iron and other things I don’t care to remember so they marched me straight off to the hospital.
It took a long while for them to convince me to let them put the needle things in but eventually I complied just so they’d stop getting on at me.
If you can’t tell I’m thoroughly fed up of interference from people who have absolutely no personal experience of anorexia. They’ve studied it and that’s all…they don’t know what it’s like, they just think they do.
So there I was, sat on the bed tapping my fingers while drugs in drip bags were pumped into my body. I honestly felt fine, there was absolutely no need for it.
The first day I was in, I was just on my own for the whole day, I didn’t tell my family because I didn’t want them to worry but the next day it was quite important that I did, they think I went dizzy and fainted.
So here I am now, no better or worse than when I first went in.
I just want to be left alone to deal with this on my own.
Call me ungrateful, but I’m finally getting thinner, I’m finally getting where I want to be and Im incredibly happy with that, so why ruin my happiness just to put some ridiculous vitamins in my body…surely I can just take pills for it anyway.
I’m bored of interference, I’m still too fat to be happy with myself so a message to all doctors – stop calling me, stop giving me “advice” and for the love of God stop telling me it’ll be okay…In return I’ll stop wasting your time.