Diagnosis: Hypochondriasis

Woohoo. It is, apparently, all in my head. Who knew? My faith in the medical community has been restored and I can ignore what my body is telling me. Sweet!

Now that that is all cleared up...wonder how I can get my head to cooperate with me and make me feel better? Chop it off??? Ooh ooh ooh. I got it: BEER!!!

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Okay, so the b!tch OB/GYN from hell called me back. Her theory is that I don't ovulate regularly, and there is evidence that I did this month, which is why my body is reacting the way it is: It's not used to the influx of hormones. They found a cyst on the ovary and want to see if it is gone next week to help confirm the theory. All of the blood work indicates that I am healthy as can be. I find it hard to believe that I haven't ovulated in years, and that PMS symptoms start two full weeks before TOM, but at least there is some logic to this "revised" diagnosis. And, more importantly, I have peace of mind that something bad is not brewing on the inside. So, if that is the case, I should be able to actually eat sometime again soon. Yay!