I got called the living ribcage by one of my flatmates earlier due to the amount of weight I lost during my first year at uni, it was down to three things really that caused it, side effects from medication, constant illness and of course the old favourite eating one meal a day also I suppose you could also add the fact I had to walk everywhere but that would make it four things and I said three.
My medication has the handy side effect of when you first start taking it you may loose your appetite and may be violently ill when you do actually eat, now considering the dangerously low amount amount of food I do eat when at uni and then not being capable of keeping food down essentially for over two weeks I had the amount of calories a person should eat over two days, and for those two weeks I wasn’t hungry on one single occasion so I ended up forgetting to eat until it was about 11pm. After that passed obviously my stomach had shrank so the amount of food I was eating didn’t really improve so I continued on my what I like to call the “abused child” diet which probably led to my immune system not really being up to defending my abused body which led to me getting incredibly ill, which I can say without doubt was one of the worst experiences of my life…
I mean seriously I’ve dealt with family deaths that caused me less stress than me getting ill, anyhow I had glandular fever which was consistently misdiagnosed for a good few weeks and surprise I could barely eat because my tonsils made it almost impossible to do have anything, I even had to return home from uni which wasn’t pleasant but alas it had to be done, an interesting thing that did happen when I was ill however was when I was asleep my mother checked on me and thought I had died because I was grey and cold, we can laugh about it now, she can’t, I can though.
But all these completely unrelated events coincidently kept on happening and only now that my ribs aren’t as prominent have I noticed that I lost a dangerous amount of weight incredibly quickly, but I still look pretty.
And that’s pretty much why my flatmate called me a living ribcage…and malnourished…evidently I live with dicks.
I’m scared of heterosexuals. What do they want?
haha and then what? ;)
why didn’t harry use the chamber of secrets when teaching dumbledore army? i mean, only HE could open the door?
because the giant basilisk skeleton might have been a distraction
if anything it sets the mood