Things have gone severely downhill again with the Hypokalemic Periodic Paralysis. I'm in agony from head to toe and barely able to lift my legs or hold my body up. I'm back on crutches and I've been having trouble breathing and swallowing all week. Sometimes, I feel like I'm dying.
I'm still having nightmares about my visit to Infirmary West ER eight months ago. As much as I pray about it and try to get over it, I can't. I still hate their guts for what they did to me. I can't allow them to continue to hurt me like this, but the memories are not going away. Say a prayer for me, if you will.
My emergency bracelet broke a couple weeks ago, so as soon as I'm able to walk and drive again, I guess I'm headed to Walmart for a wristband or something. It's not ideal to go out in public without it anymore, so I need to make sure I do this. Maybe typing it out will help me remember.
I'm just rambling so I guess that's all for now.