I haven't been here for a while because i have been so busy working through the holidays as well as getting things ready for my family for the holiday season. I won't get into exact numbers here because it isn't appropriate but before the holidays my doctors were urging me to go into impatient treatment. I refused, to busy... to scared .... not sick enough... you know the excuses. My disease is strong. Well I lost twelve more pounds working ninety hours a week and not eating a thing. The Doctors are insisting and keep talking about death. There is some stupid backward part of me that says " I feel fine, they are crazy I am not even close to dying. Now that the holidays are over I can put the weight back on."The rational part of me knows that I am thinner than I have ever been and if I get sick I am in trouble but I am so totally scared of the hospital I will do anything to stay out. Do you guys think I really should get the help? I really need some support. If my boyfriend had it his way I'd never go anywhere. Thanks
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