The smell of fried seafood, sizzling fajitas, and fresh brewed coffee were just about killing her. All the things she loved and couldn’t have anymore. Why was she putting herself through this torture? God, this shit sucked.
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“Where were the goddamn Advil?” she muttered, tearing the bathroom apart. The pain was crippling, she couldn’t even stand up straight it hurt so bad. She found the bottle, wrangled with the cap, and dumped some in her hand. Three, four, it didn’t matter, Advil wasn’t going to stop this pain. Why hadn’t she called the doctor for pain medicine?
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One bite, just one little bite, it couldn’t really hurt that much just to have a little. Deprivation was something she had never been very good at and soon the whole thing was gone. Well, that was okay, it was only one little slip after all. She had followed instructions to the letter to this point, so one cheat shouldn’t hurt.
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Three hours and still no relief. She was going to have to call out sick, there was no way she could function like this. Damn it all, why had she cheated? The doctor had warned her this would happen, but she had been sure it wouldn’t affect her. Yeh, right.
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I don't really see this as week 10--too friendly. You pull us right in with that tasty food, give us pain we can all sympathize with, and show us remorse.
ReplyDeleteThe linked vignettes help but actually aren't linked vignettes so much as all parts of the same vignette.
So, here, I'm saying, 'What else have you got?'