I'm a little sickie

Today was not the best day for me healthwise. I got a migraine around lunchtime, tooks some Excedrin, and was fine for a couple hours. Then, the second I was outside for more than 2 minutes, it recurred and was about 10 times worse. I had to go into the office and lie down on the ground, covering my eyes from the light. When the director realized how sick I looked (I had begun crying for apparently no reason), she wouldn't let me drive home and instead put me in the teacher's lounge with the blinds drawn and an ice pack. So, while the other counselors were rehearsing our dance for performance night, I was miserable on the couch. I was there for about an hour and a half, and didn't really feel a lot better. Still don't feel wonderful. Finally, I had to leave because everyone else was going, and I was afraid that I would fall asleep and not wake up until the middle of the night.

The car ride home was not pleasureable. Not only was it too bright and loud for me, but I got a phone call from my doctor with some not so wonderful news. Now, after the last message the doctor had left, the receptionist had assured me that there was no reason to have to talk to her and that I should just make an appointment. However, apparently my test results are a little more serious than the receptionist had let on. My tests show signs of pre-cancer. That scares the shit out of me. Good thing I keep up on my physicals every year, or else they might have not caught this so early. In about a week I go in for an hour-long series of very unpleasant tests, which I will probably have my mom take me to and from. Apparently most people don't feel well after the tests. Hopefully the news will be good, and they can get rid of whatever it is before it mutates into something a lot more serious.

My mom mentioned on the phone today that it seems like my health is steadily deteriorating. I prefer the phrase "my body hates me."