4-5-16

Even though I didn't feel well this morning, I still pushed myself to get cleaned up and dressed on my own. Been feeling crappy all day. Didn't feel like eating, the whole staff got on my case. "You have to go down to the dining room." "You need to eat." Why would I go eat pancakes or pizza with an upset stomach? Of course they wouldn't listen. "You have to eat to get better." I know that. I've been eating as healthy as possible so I can heal and lose weight. I know the more weight I lose, the less pressure will be on my broken leg. But that's not why I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to eat because I was queasy. Luckily, tomorrow's Saturday. There'll be less people on my backs.