What else is there to say? I felt a sharp pain in the right side of my chest where I was shot in the dream for several hours after I woke up. I don’t guess pain is the right word because it didn’t really hurt, but there was a feeling of something there that I can’t describe. I haven’t had the headaches much more than usual at all today so maybe the muscle relaxers weren’t doing anything for me or maybe the fluoxetine caused the headaches in the first place (no, I don’t think that’s it). I’m not hungry but I miss food a lot right now. People are eating lemon cookies (my favorite thing in the world is lemon dessert of any kind), and various other desserts everywhere I look. The smell of hamburgers and French fries makes my stomach growl, but this raw broccoli is good too.
P.S. Here’s what I ate on Day 10:
Breakfast: all of this has happened before and all of this will happen again
Dinner: spaghetti squash w/ spaghetti sauce and hamburger meat
P.P.S. Weighed myself again tonight, nothing has changed. This is depressing but I know it’s a process that takes time.