Comatose (Chapter 9) Endless Suffering

With great pain comes horrible consequences.

My medicine is wearing off, and I am feeling every ache and pain in every muscle and bone in my upper body. The pain is almost unbearable and I can't even lift up my arms, the pain was that bad. I called my mom in to help me get out of bed, so I can soak in a hot bath. Hopefully, that will help. My mom came in and helped me get undressed and put me in the bath tub.  Once I sat down, I felt so relaxed. I could feel every muscle relaxing.

I took a deep breath before closing my eyes and falling asleep. The aching pain faded away and at that moment, I felt really happy and carefree.  A few hours later, I woke up in lukewarm water. with my hands looking like dried Prunes.  I felt like I was in here for hours. My parents probably thought I drowned or forgot I was in the bathtub.....which I did. I called in one of my parents to help me out of the cold a*s bathtub water.  My dad came and laughed at my pruney fingers before helping out of the bathtub. Once I got my clothes on, my dad put me in my wheelchair and rolled me to my room so I can go to sleep. 

Even though I took a hot bath, I am still in a bit of pain. It wasn't throbbing stinging pain like earlier, but  I still made me wince. But luckily though, I can lift my arms up comfortably.  I laid down and stared at the ceiling, still wondering why did I drunk drive, I have so many questions.  I went deeper into thought until my mom came in with hot Jasmine tea and Advil. I couldn't do anything but smile at her and thank her. 

I woke up the next morning with a bad migraine and nausea. My migraine felt dizzying. I couldn't lift my head up without the feeling of wanting to puke.  my stomach hurt and I also felt really hot....like feverish hot. As if being in extreme pain, wasn't much suffering enough. I never had a migraine before, so experiencing one for the first time, made me want to ram my head into something, so it can knock me out. I asked one of my parents to bring me a trash can so I can throw up. Once they did, I kind of tilted my head towards the opening on the trash can until I felt bile come up.  After waiting a few minutes, I finally threw up and boy was it a lot.  The whole puking ordeal was over in 12 minutes and instead of feeling better, I just felt worse. My head is still hurting and now my throat is burning. But, I think the feeling that overwhelms the others, is guilt.