Well That Didn't Work

THE BIG VENT
I've been experiencing incredible pain everytime I eat for about a week and a half now; its not body curling most of the time, but its gotten to that point. I became somewhat afraid to eat because of how much it hurt, so I started eating less and less each day. Anyway, I complained to my mother for a week before she let me see the doctor about it (she made me wait to see if it would just go away on its own, so she claims, but I suspected that she simply didn't believe me.) Once I made it to the doctor's office, following the scheduling of an emergency appointment, he asked me why I had waited so long to come into the office. I told him that it was only hurting when I ate, so I thought I'd see if it would go away, but when it started hurting all the time because of how hungry I was, I knew I needed to make the appointment. He decided that I had Acid Reflux Disease, something he claimed was becoming more and more common amongst teenagers and young adults and gave me a five day sample and prescription for Prevacid. As I was leaving he indicated, quite strongly, that if the pain didn't subside within three days to contact him immediately because the pain could be being caused by and ulcer.

I returned to my mother with the diagnosis and she tried to convince me that I should wait and see if the sample pills worked in the hopes that I wouldn't need to purchase the drugs. It was only after I told her that the physician had told me to take all the pills he prescribed that she agreed to go the pharmacy.

Continuing, one of the things the doctor told me to do was to go on a soft and liquid food diet (soup, jello, etc.) for a few days, perhaps two or three, to ease my stomach back onto regular food intake. My mom went to the grocery store today and bought steak, a food item which the doctor specifically advised me not to ingest for at least a week, but not even a single soft food. Point: I'm no less hungry now than I was when I went to the doctor because despite repeated requests, my mother hasn't helped me adjust to a different diet.

Its really ridiculous to me. When my mom was home recovering from her cancer surgery, I bent over backwards to help her. I did little things around the house like the laundry and the dishes, I waited on her hand and foot and I gave up my social and academic life for two weeks to cover her job and maintain her role as housekeeper for two and a half weeks. Is it so much to ask that she simply believe me when I tell her how horribly my stomach hurts? Is it? All I want is the acknowledgement that something could be wrong, or maybe some green jello. Better yet...I want a hug.

Again, I don't feel very taken care of. Dennis is the only one who has truly been helping me with anything in the last couple months, both situationally and emotionally, if that makes any sense. I'm not getting any support from my "friends" who are too self-involved to even respond to a party invitation, let alone see how upset I am or consider helping me. When one of them attempted suicide, who was there? When one's step-father died, who was there? When one's grandmother died, who was at the wake? One came out of the closet, who was there? Me and I was glad to do it, but I don't suppose it would be reasonable for me to assume that even one of them would do the same.

I just need some TLC and not to discredit Dennis (because he's amazing and is more generous with his time and his love than I could ever have imagined) but it needs to come from more than one source. I can't wait until college.
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