I was in my bedroom while my mother and husband were downstairs waiting for me to get ready to go out for dinner. I had this strange feeling in my stomach and I just sat on the bed feeling my abdomen and I could feel an opening. I reached in and I could feel long strips of plastic (like the white or yellow kind used to bind boxes shut) that was inside my intestines, wound around and around. I didn't remember having them inserted, so I called my mom and Jason up to see it and they knew all about it, apparantly I'd undergone surgery to have them inserted to control my appetite. I couldn't stop handling them and eventually one of my intestines opened and I was bleeding and trying to pull the plastic out but it hurt so much. I was feeling weak and I asked them to take me to the hospital and they were disappointed that it meant we wouldn't be going out to eat. They finally took me and when there, the doctors were also unconcerned and acted like I was being unreasonable for asking to have the plastic removed. My husband kept reminding me that if I had them removed I would be unable to work out at the gym for some time because it took a long time to recover, and that I would not be able to get my figure back. Throughout the entire episode I was overwhelmed and incredible hurt at how callous everyone was.
