Despite Dr. Who, tea, chocolate fudge sauce and strawberries, and even a bit of Supernatural, I think I managed to freak myself out more than I thought. I feel like I ran a (mostly emotional) marathon instead of sleeping.

So yeah, I called in sick to work. Idk what my dad will think of that, since he didn't know I was freaking out, but... I'll probably lie.

Now I'm up early, because I still have the alarm to take meds at the right time, and I just want to go back to sleep. I should probably drag myself down to the lab at some point to get the blood tests done, but the endocrinologist didn't say they had to be done in the morning, so I'm having trouble motivating myself to get out of bed again after eating breakfast.

I wish I could fast-forward to July 28th when I leave for Hawaii, and somehow have taken the blood and urine tests and done my Latin paper before then. Speaking of the paper, do you think I can get away with not being completely done when my mom comes home? Probably not, not without telling her how much this freaked me out.

I don't know, though. I'm not trying to scare myself more, but Cushing's disease fits, it really does. It would explain everything, plus a few things that weren't even worrying before. But maybe that's just because I want it to fit.

I'm going to be a mess until I know for sure, I can tell.