Hurting

Everything is hurting. My eyes, my feet, my mouth, my stomach. Each with their own individual, specific pain. Which is really quite annoying because just when I've gotten adjusted to the blurry eyes and burning in the back of my retina, then the sores and chemical burn and taste overwhelm my mouth and I spend hours trying to figure out how to sooth that pain before the horrible nausea overtakes me and I try to lay as still as possible so that it will pass and when it doesn't and I have to get it out I fear I can't make it to the bathroom because it will take too much energy. My body is slowly deteriorating, falling apart around me and I haven't the will to stop it..... Making love is the only thing that brings me back inside myself and reminds me to fight.