I'm a rather serious hypochondraic and fully believe I will die tragically young of a rare and yet heroic condition/disorder. Always have.
Why? I have no idea. It's ridiculous.
I'm also a hyperactive hypoglycemic, like Phil, Mike Myers' character on SNL who wore the helmet and was harnessed to the jungle gym. Yeah, that's me. Laugh it up. (Basically this combo means I eat sugar, get twitchy and talk too fast, pass out in mid-sentence and then blame it on something rare and tragic, rather than the fact that I'm irresponsible and ate too much sugar)
Today I had lunch with the LoCo Ladies (with Nat, Michelle and Libby) and on the way home I suddenly felt the left side of my neck become incredibly tender and swollen. It suddenly became strangely painful and/or difficult to swallow.
"Food allgery!" I thought (though I don't have any known ones).
Clearly it's anaphylaxis.
That's it, I'm dying.
I'm here to tell you that I love you all, life was sweet, enjoy everyday, good-bye cruel beautiful world bla bla bla.
Whatever.
So I have no idea what it is, but it hurts to all hell and I don't want to take benedryl b/c it makes me fall asleep. But that doesn't sound too heroic, so maybe I will take some.
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