The last few days have been stressful. Hell the last few years have been stressful. College has kicked my posterior until all that is left is a bleeding chunk of raw flesh. A wonderful image to picture while eating. The more stressed I get the less I eat. It's not that I can't eat, just I forget. I don't realize I haven't eaten anything all day until my body protests by a gut wrenching pain that usually leaves me curled up in a ball dry heaving. It hasn't gotten that bad recently. Most people learn from their mistakes, I unfortunately have not learned from my past mistakes in this area.
Problem is that my body's need to eat reaction is extremely similar to my body's going to forcefully remove all food that's been eaten reaction. Meaning that I have to spend precious time figuring out if I need to eat or if I am sick. When I finally remember that I haven't eaten in more than 32 hours I am left gaging down nutrients, all the while wanting to project them across the room at record speed.
I have found a sort-of-remidy to prevent this unpleasant experience. Coffee! The one small problem is that it only works for a few hours... and in reality it makes things worse. Instead of just feeling like my stomach is becoming a morphias mass of imploding volcanic activity I also have the added pleasure of feeling like there is an earthquake when the caffeine gives me the jitters.
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