Vanity

When I was checking myself out in the mirror (how the best stories start out,) I realized how scared I am about tomorrow. I'm going to the doctor for my diabetes test and my mom made me look up all of the symptoms for diabetes to be a little more sure that we were doing the right thing about making the appointment. I think it was her way to stall because she is just as scared as me. I didn't think I was so scared. I was more of a come what may, I'll deal kind of guy. Now I am not. I don't want to go but I need to seeing as how I diagnosed myself with the help of WebMD. (With the help of WebMD I classified myself as a recovering sex addict - Dennis.) And it didn't help that in biology we talked about heart disorders. I've been having chest pains so that's another thing I can tell my doctor. I'm kind of a mess. I don't even know why I'm typing all of this. I am going to go to the doctor and see what happens. I could be okay.

Thatcher