November 12, 1993
Ive been throwing up for the last five days. My inclination is just to lie by the toilet. My parents wont let me. They carry me back to the couch. "Married with Children"... is on the tube. Just kill me now.
Another doctor, my third, thought I might have a brain tumor. I went to have an MRI. The technician asked me what its for, hes indifferent when I tell him. He sticks my head first into a tube. Its so small you cant move. Theres a mirror above my head so I can see my feet sticking out the other end. It takes about an hour, I try to imagine Im at my grandmas house on the lake in Indiana.