Body, this is for you: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
More importantly, why now? Why make me feel like throwing up and getting unconscious right after finals, when I should be worry-free and happy? It's not as if I haven't taken care of you: I fed you, kept you very warm (yes, I even wore SOCKS and real SHOES and a COAT), let you relax from time to time.. and you thank me with wrenching stomach pains and copious urges for trips to the bathroom? So now I have to haul you to the doctor (1:30 today, the earliest appointment I could get--until then I just sit here clutching my heating pad), instead of doing the things that I need to do: clean out the fridge, hide our extension cords, help Drew clean his room a little bit. I did do my laundry, starting at 7:30 this morning because I couldn't sleep, sort of hunched over in pain. Even now, when it is time to leave to get a bit of lunch before my doctor's appointment, I realize that I have been unable to construct a satisfactory ensemble: yes, I'm wearing five layers of clothes, but none of them matches--especially my yellow shirt, purple socks, and brown shoes. It's a sad day indeed.
