Great.
I'm never eating ever again if it means I can avoid the nausea I had last night. And the shaking. And the 120 beats per minute resting heart rate.
What's pretty sad is that one of my first thoughts was oh shit. I'm gonna lose my hair.
Not oh shit, I'm not gonna sleep soundly for a very long time.
Not oh shit, I might not be able to hold down food for a very long time.
But Oh Shit my hair.
I feel so vain and purposeless.
Fuck this. It's nap time. Hey, couch. How've you been? Good? That's good. Let's spend some quality time together.