So I have to go with my mother to her mammogram appointment tomorrow morning. Awesome. And by awesome, I mean not awesome. But not because I'm annoyed that I have to go or anything. No, it's more of a cancer thing. I'm so convinced that I'm going to get it that even getting my blood drawn freaks me out. And I'm not even the one with an appointment this time. D:
In other (though somewhat related) news, Dr. Theory put me on two new medications in hopes of fixing my stomach. One of them is more commonly used as an antidepressant, and that freaks me out a little bit, too. D: I mean, come on, Dr. Theory!
Actually, I may just be freaking out so much the past few days because of the new pills.