who am i kidding? (whom?) the last time i went to rehab, i lost 3 pounds in five days. no alcohol, lots of salad bar.
you may ask yourself -- is melissa looking forward to that again? is she, perhaps, plotting to restrict while quitting booze and pills? hm. what do you think?
well, there are two answers here. the first is, yes, i'm picturing those nice salad bars, and god knows they keep you so medicated, i couldn't make it to breakfast if Hugh Jackman, himself. carried me down. i'd tell him to f-off, bring me back to bed, and don't even think about any funny stuff (not that the sexiest man alive would be thinking about funny stuff with moi.)
but there's a second answer. i really no longer have any patience for dieting or restricting. it's BORING. and i've been bored for way too many years. so, we'll see.
the other issue is my brutally abused digestive tract. i can not do nothing without a fleet enema. a renowned rectal surgeon (yes, that's what it says on his card AND he's listed in new york magazine as one of new yorks best doctors. fancy, huh?) told me that it was okay to use an enema every day. better than laxatives, because they go thru your system. i have severe blockages and hernias in my intestinal tract. (so sorry for all this info!)
the nice people at silver hill hospital don't want to give me enemas, because they don't understand. they think it's part of an eating disorder purging ritual and refuse to hearme on this issue.
i'm tempted to take immodium, so i just don't have to go for FIVE days. it sounds awful, but it's better than the alternative?
does anyone else deal with this "shit"?