Kill me. Kill me now.

Today, for the first time in a looooong time, I'm horribly depressed. Part of it is because I stupidly watched "Cloud, Wild Stallion of the Rockies" or whatever it's called on PBS, and all those beautiful horses and cute little foals got me missing my horses something awful. Another part is I stupidly watched the tail end of "Sixth Sense" last night on ABC, and I got to missing my mama something awful. I've also been working on the family genealogy and I'm finding out some things she would have loved to hear about, but of course I can't call her up and tell her.

I'm also entering a period of being Not Hungry. This would be okay if I had a normal physiology, but after WLS you have to be careful about getting in all your nutrition. I'm also sort of hypoglycemic now, and need to be sure I don't go into insulin shock. I have taken nothing PO today, not even any water (which is really bad). I have no appetite at all.

Maybe I'll just starve myself to death. I don't think anyone around here would miss me anyway. Mike hasn't even come upstairs to see if I'm okay... guess I could just rot away up here, and the cats could eat my eyes and gnaw my tongue out before anyone would give a shit.

Today is sort of a "What's the fuckin use?" day. I get them periodically. Don't worry, I'll probably be okay tomorrow.

Piss.

Lorri