So this is what complete and utter terror feels like...
I'm at the doctors, technically mom's office, but my doctor. I woke up this morning with a low fever, and throwing up and such, my stomach hurt too. So I went to work, but was throwing up there as well, so they sent me off. Mom told me to come in and be seen, so I did. I thought I'd be seeing my usual doc, but nope. It was the new one. She got a basic personal history to get to know me, then asked more focused questions. Then she pushed on my stomach. And determined that I possiblly have some problem with this bacteria that can cause cancer. CANCER. that is all. Oh, and then the damn radio played Rascall Flatt's Skin, aka the Sarah Beth song about the girl with Cancer. Grr.