Avert Your Eyes. Whining Ahead.

Last night, I opted not to have my third shake, nor my yogurt, nor my fruit as is allowed in this "modified" fast I'm on to shrink my bloated liver, to avoid problems or injury during my surgery next week.

I was just so depressed and disgusted, I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Woke up with a headache and an aggressive mood swing, rendering me into a fit of tears. I stood in the bathroom after my shower, sobbing, putting my forehead on the wall, sobbing uncontrollably, and wishing it were my father's chest rather than the wall, as that was how he'd comfort me, standing, in a hug, letting me sob into his chest.

Great way to start the day, get out of the house and interact with people, starting the day wanting to be dead.

So, I was so hungry this a.m., I had my only solid meal at breakfast, which I know will come back and bite me in the ass, as it's already 3:24 p.m., and I"m drinking my second shake, knowing I only have one more to get me thru the day. Yogurt and fruit are still on my list, and I think 2 cups of veggies. But I'm just sick of food. Sick of worrying about it. And sicker still... of the shakes.

Sure, yay me. I'm doing something proactive, going in for the surgery to try to reverse some of this shit I'm going thru physically. But there is a little part of me that acknowledges how very twisted it is, for me to go thru what amounts to "surgical anorexia" and who-knows-how this will affect me and make me a food freak.

I have no real will to live and am doing so out of habit, and out of pure cowardice, not to mention my intense fear of failure, which is preventing me from acting on my sorrow, because knowing me, I'd fuck it up, and when I wake from the coma, I'd be attached to a dialysis machine for the rest of my life, thus ensuring I never go anywhere interesting ever again.

So yeah. I'm bleak. Whatever. I'm so depressed I should just puke, if it weren't for the fact that would make me bitchier, more hungry, and make me get a headache that Tylenol won't even be able to remedy.

I just want to curl into a ball and die.