Fever and hospital threats

I set my alarm for 8:00am today. I needed to leave by 8:30 to make it to my appointment at the mental health center. I had so much trouble waking up this morning, and with hitting my snooze button, I finally crawled out of bed at 8:26am. I threw on a dress, pulled my hair back, and ran (walked slowly) out to the car.

I was a little late to the appointment, but not excessively. The appointment was painfully long. (It really just felt long, it wasn’t longer than normal.) I did end up telling him about how not-well I’ve been doing. He suggested/threatened calling an ambulance right then. I was able to talk my way out of that. I’m not sure if that was the wisest choice, but I’ll talk about that in another post.

When I got home, I was absolutely wiped an very dizzy. I thought to check my temperature and it was 102.4. Well, there’s your problem. I think I was also very dehydrated. So, I drank some water and went to bed. I slept for a couple hours, got up, binged and purged, and went back to bed.

Now, I am resting and chatting with my family. One of my brothers is over. He made his own board game and my dad asked him to bring it over so we can play it. It’s a fun game. They got pizza. Yay….

So, now I shall spend time with my family. I’m looking forward to it. Not the pizza part, but enjoying the company of my family.

Oh, and I still haven’t heard from the ED clinic. I called again today. The mental health guy said he’ll also call them. Hopefully I hear something soon.

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This picture has nothing to do with the post., I googled “stock photo” and thought this one was pretty.

Last night, I only exercised for an hour. About half an hour in, my ankle started to hurt like crazy, but I knew I couldn’t stop before an hour, so I pushed through it. After, I hobbled over to bed.

I actually slept very well last night, which was great!

Today I’ve mostly binged and purged. Oh, and I keep soiling myself. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don’t abuse laxatives.

In about an hour, my dad gets home from work and we’re having a family dinner. Yay…

In other news, my mom and I were watching The Vicar of Dibley earlier and the vicar was invited to  consecutive Christmas lunches and very full and sick by the end (because, you know, no one on tv knows how to say things like, “Oh, I’m already attending a Christmas lunch”) and while watching the scene of the second lunch, I mentioned to my mom that this type of situation is when it would come in hand being bulimic. She laughed and said she’d thought the same thing, but didn’t know if it’d be appropriate to say anything.

I’m very, very nauseous from all the laxatives. Then, I noticed I needed a new bottle, but couldn’t remember where I hid the rest of my laxatives. I ended up searching all over my room hoping they hadn’t been found by someone and discarded. Luckily (unluckily?) I did find them.

Tonight, I’m going to eat the obligatory Father’s Day meal, purge, and then probably work out until bedtime. Yeah, I’m living the life.