The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2

Migraine

[TRIGGER WARNING: VOMITING MENTION]

Hey guys.

Today has just been suck-tastic. Which sucks ass, because I was really productive yesterday and did like all my work plus extra and I watched my niece pretty much all day.

Anyway.

Today started ok. Got up, ate breakfast, took a shower, all that jazz. My dad took me out driving where I proceeded to almost hit something twice and jerk to a stop innumerable times because my dad was yelling 'SQUIRREL' and 'KID WITH A BALL' and telling me to hit the squirrel and obviously not the kid and yeah. That was ok. I'm getting more confident at driving which is good.

On the way home, my mom suggested I go out looking for jobs later, and my dad immediately pulled into a plaza and was like 'why don't you just go in and ask them' and I was like fUCK NO and managed to convince them to let me have some more time because I needed to study for the SAT.

*deep breath*

So, my mom told me I had three hours until we went back out, meaning that at four we were supposed to go out and have me look for a job.

Supposed to.

In the time from when I got home to four, I got extremely sick. It started with a small headache when I was studying, which developed into a very large headache, so I took some Tylenol and went back to work on the things I needed to and was prepared to just wait it out until it got better.

Which it didn't.

Twenty minutes after I took the Tylenol, I laid down on my bed, covered and pressed on my eyes, and proceeded to lay in that same position for a whole hour, while my headache got worse and my nausea arose.

At four, when I'd been laying on my bed for about an hour, my dad came in to find me in that exact same position I had started in. He asked me what was wrong, I tried not to cry out of frustration and pain as I explained that my head was excruciating and if I moved from that spot I would most likely throw up. He brought me two Advil and some water, and told me that we could go looking for jobs another time because I didn't feel good.

Twenty minutes later, I got up out of my bed and rushed to the bathroom, as I felt my nausea rising even more. I sat in front of the toilet for a good twenty minutes, and of course, as soon as my dad came in to ask me if I was ok and I explained that I felt I was going to throw up, I did.

I'm not eating Chinese food again for a while.

The migraine stuck around for a while after that, and I'm still battling a bit of a headache, but hey, shit happens. My parents were really apologetic about it because I think they realize how my body was reacting to stress, and they may think it was just the job thing, but it's not. I have a giant list of things causing me stress right now, and it's all just mixing into a lot of emotions for me, so I'm sorry that I'm not on as often. I'm trying to stay positive guys, I really am.

I love you guys. Thanks for bringing me happiness.

(especially my little lion)

Grey out. (honestly, my head hurts too much to decipher my gender)