He could briefly make out Bon's voice though his hazy mind. Tow nights in rough with no sleep did that to you. Rin already had his head lying on the table when is brother came in to the room and he didn't even bothered to look up. As I focus on the clock, Time stands still, but I cannot. ~My eyes are stapled open wide, As I lay down on my side. And now where he was dead he stops taking them. He never told his dad that somewhere along the line that this sleeping pills weren't doing there work. They had helped him, but only for a while. 'Insomnia' At the age of 6 he didn't know what that was, only that it was the scours for his sleepless nights, so he bagged his dad that they wouldn't tell Yukio. Shiro first thought that only because he was an active kid and that it would go away with time, but as it dragged on for a while and it only got worse he took him to a doctor or something, he couldn't really remember. He always had trouble falling asleep, even when he was little. I'm losing time, and realizing that After days of thought that I'm Stuck self-torturing my medsare failing me. Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit. Even thought the fact that he knew that he wasn't going to get any sleep this night, he closed his eyes. His little familiar was the only one who still cared about him and standing up would wake the Cat Sídhe up and then Kuro would be worried why he was still awake. Rin rolled over to his side to look at Kuro. Damn hours now and he was beginning to feel restless, but he didn't want to get up. He was staring up to the studied ceiling for 2. Do everything to make him not worried, even when it meant that he was suffering. It seemed like the bond they had when there were little broke completely after there father died and he still would do everything to protect his brother. Yukios bed was still empty wich meann that he was still out doing what ever his little brother was doing. Rin looked over to the other side of the room. I'm stuck self-torturing my meds are failing me. Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes. Next week I'll be easing back into the gym and the week after I can start introducing soft foods to my diet.~It's the same each and every night. These days, I'm feeling pretty much back to normal. Mum's also been coming over regularly to go on short daily walks to aid my recovery and get me outside. Since leaving hospital I've been staying with Nana and Koro, who have been taking wonderful care of me, making me soup, keeping me warm and giving me the most comfortable bed in the house. Of course, within a week of surgery I was already feeling better and recovering swimmingly - such is the nature of recovery, right? That I'd changed my life forever and couldn't take it back. That it wasn't worth all this pain and misery. I remember lying in bed thinking I'd made a huge mistake. Without the fluids they pumped into me in hospital, that lack of sustenance took quite a toll on my general wellbeing. When I left the hospital on Sunday, I had been allowed to upgrade to broth and a protein shake, which were easier to stomach than water but then my body rejected them both (thanks, IBS) and I spent my first two days at home consuming nothing but water and sugar-free Powerade. It was like I could physically feel the water hitting my tiny new stomach - in the worst way. It's not the incisions - of which I have eight, barely half a centimetre wide - it's everything on the inside the stomach that has been cut and stapled, the organs that had to be pushed aside to give the surgeon a clear view, the surrounding muscles that were knocked around during surgery and all the gas that was trapped after they deflated me and sewed me up.įor the first couple of days I was sipping water out of one of those tiny medicine cups, aiming (and failing) to drink 30ml every hour. The next day was marked purely by pain and discomfort. That was a prevalent question in the 24 hours after my surgery, especially when I first woke up, high as a kite, barely able to open my eyes and wanting to spew my guts out - only, my guts had just been cut out. It's funny how you can go into something with zero doubts and come out the other side thinking: "What the hell have I done?" Siena Yates starts her recovery after her "cut and stapled" weight loss surgery
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