2003-04-03 - 3:50 a.m.

I went to bed at 10:30. I tossed and turned while having the weirdest fucking dreams in 20 minute bursts of sleep. I "woke up", if you can call what I'd been doing sleeping, and slugged my way to the bathroom where, in a matter of seconds, my stomach went from 0 to 60 and treated me to a flip-flop. This wasn't the first time tonight, and I fear it won't be the last. I'm sipping my water very slowly and hoping it'll stay down. I have nothing left to purge but my stomach seems to think otherwise.

I'm exhausted. I'm drained (literally). I'm mad as hell because I want to sleep and there is no damn reason why I shouldn't be at this very moment. I'm almost positive it's the meds that are making me ill, but since we never did pinpoint the infection that's made my white count skyrocket, who the hell knows? My physician is off tomorrow and I can only hope the PA will be there to take my call in the morning. I cannot stand that other doctor and I don't want to deal with her. She doesn't care about her patients and she CERTAINLY doesn't take the time to get to know us.

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