Nine weeks in folks, and the sickness still hasn't gotten any better.

I swear if I don't start being able to keep food down, I don't know what I am going to do. I am near the end of my proverbial rope.

Not to mention I have been stuck in this house for weeks now, with no visitors, nothing but the internet to keep me sane. And I want to be working but there is just no way in hell I can manage it right now. Which sucks, because if I don't have a job by like the first week of next month I have no idea what I am going to do for rent.

On top of all of this they of course pulled me off all of my anxiety meds and I constantly feel like I am going to jump out of my skin or have a heart attack. I know I won't really it just sucks having the feeling.

I feel like those directly around me aren't being very understanding either. Which is even harder on me because for the life of me I hate being stuck in this position, I mean it's not like I am faking pregnancy symptoms to get out of work... Im scared as hell because I don't have a job right now. Who wouldn't be?

So for the time being I am just treading water trying to keep afloat, and trying to concentrate on being as healthy as possible while still keeping sane.

So that's the update folks, sorry it turned out to be so much more of rant than a journal entry but I needed to vent.