awh man have I ever had a rough 24 hours. I went out last night for the first time in aaaages, I was so excited about it, I went mad, I drank loads danced loads had a drunken argument with my friend (which kinda put a massive downer on things) At the end of the night I just started feeling suicidal, I got it into my head that when I got home I had to take all the tablets that I could find, I didn't question it, I just knew I had to. Well when I actually did get home I started throwing up, and there was so much blood in my vomit my I freaked out and my friends insisted I go to A&E a few blood tests and examinations later (and me insisting I would not let any one finger my ass, or make me poo on a plate!) I got to go home, my boyfriend came to the hospital to meet me at 3am and stayed with me untill 6. I still feel rough today, the call out doctor was worried I would need to be admitted but when he met me he says I look rough but I can walk and stuff so I'm obviously not going to die yet.I feel like I've wasted my day being Ill instead of doing uni work, I cant get it out of my head, I could have got so much done. Now look, I cant stop beating myself up about it. I know its not my fault that I have stomach problems but it feels like it is, I feel like I should be doing more but I'm just so stressed and tired. just gonna watch a movie and play game boy, forget about work untill tomorrow, maybe I will even be able to get a doctors note so I can get an extention on my work.