I spent tonight in the emergency room.
I seriously thought I had pancreatitis again.
My side hurt, I was nauseated and vomiting, (let me tell you how fun vomiting in those blue bags are in the middle of covid season in the ER waiting room..), and I felt generally terrible.
I made my friend take me because I knew it would be a late night for my parents.
So, as luck would have it, I do not have pancreatitis and am instead just paranoid about getting it again.
I mean, yay! No pancreatitis! Don’t get me wrong.
Just boo! Nothing is wrong and I’m an idiot.
Actually, anxiety is the thing that’s wrong and I have been having that manifest itself in all kinds of really obnoxious ways.
This is just another one.
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