"
Good intentions are not good enough,
ultimately we are measured by our actions."

Lately I've been feeling ill and I don't know what's wrong with me.
Monday, May 26th - Early morning, I woke up and went to brush my teeth. I had severe abdominal pain. I was burning up and feeling dizzy. It was really bad in the morning that I could do nothing but lie on the sofa in pain. I had never felt so ill in all of my life and I felt like I was going to die, so I had to go to a hospital (which was a first for me and I'm not a fan of hospitals at all)! I spend almost the entire day there at the hospital. I had a
CT Scan done to me and several blood tests, only to discover at the end of the day that there's nothing wrong with me.
I had my period, which had just started the night before, so the nurse said to me it was probably just my cramps (but of course it wasn't my cramps, as I would know better since it's my body and plus, my nurse was a man so how would he ever know how menstrual cramps truly feel). Another thought the doctor had: possibility of appendicitis, hence the CT Scan. And I was super scared about the "appendicitis" factor, because my younger brother had it before.
Plus, I don't want to be in a hospital as I despise the hospital environment! I don't want to have appendicitis and I definitely don't want surgery - think about the surgical scars (good God, no!)...
I thought I would feel better after a while as the week progressed.
A few days later, I was going with my younger brother to the
Social Security Office to ensure his U.S. citizenship status so he could qualify for college scholarships (as he's currently a high school senior and starting college at
University of Texas, San Antonio this fall).
As my brother was driving, I was eating cereal and drinking water because I was hungry and I had to keep myself well for the drive because the heat is so intense - when all of a sudden, I was drinking my water and I started choking. I couldn't breathe! I felt like I was going to die (yet, again)! I wanted to talk but I couldn't.
My brother pulled over and tried to help by patting my back, but I didn't feel like it was helping as it just felt like he was just pounding my back. I was so scared that I was going to get my cell phone out and call 911, but luckily by the time I got my cell phone out I had stopped choking.
I was so freaked out, as nothing of that sort had ever happened to me before, so all through the ride I just sat in shock and silence.
Then a week had passed. My stomach pains were coming on-and-off, but I felt overall alright so I tried to manage.
Sunday, June 1st - My friends and I went to watch the "
Sex and the City" movie.
[I'll post my review of the movie later.]
After the movie, I had heard about
Yves Saint Laurent's death. At the moment I was emotionless but later as the reality of his death hit me, I became very emotional!
[I'll post a proper tribute for Yves Saint Laurent on a future post.]
It was extremely tragic because already so many ill-events have happened to me recently and then YSL's death was a terrible surprise. I really adored YSL - mostly because of what he stood for and symbolized to me, which no one will ever realize!
Lately, I still have on-and-off again stomach pains and I feel like I'm going to faint sometimes. Other times I'm burning up and feeling nauseous.
I tell myself maybe its because I'm not eating, but that's not it. I tell myself maybe it's the heat and it might be because the heat this summer is dangerously intense! But, honestly I have no idea what's wrong with me as nothing like this has ever occurred to me!
I haven't really told anybody because I know what most people's reactions would be, will be and is.
They always say "maybe you should eat something" because obviously I'm very skinny, so they can't seem to look past my weight and body to really realize anything else! But, truth is I may be very skinny but I love myself and I always know what's best for me because I've been skinny for 20 years. All throughout my life I have always been this body shape and never, once have I been extremely ill! I rarely get sick, as I despise being sick and then every once in a while when I do get sick - I get so much pity! What the fuck? It angers me so much and nobody has an idea of how much it upsets me!!
And worst of them all is my father...
Yesterday I told my mother about my abdominal pain, which still continues on-and-off. Then today I guess she told my father and he gave me such a blah day! I know he cares but as good as his intentions are, his (violent) actions absolve his intentions!