You aren't dying...

Yup, it's true. I'm not dying. Well, I AM dying in the sense that everyone who is born is dying, but not in the sense that it's going to be sooner than expected. Make sense? Good.
The reason I mention that is the because I want to blog about the scare that I had these last two days. It made me super reflective. I always seem to blog every time I get reflective. Perhaps I should rename my blog to "Andrews Reflections" or something. Although...that sort of sounds like I'm putting in a submission for that contest that they have in high school. Nah, I'll pass. I'll keep the name as it is. It IS my thoughts after all. They just tend to be reflective usually. Well if you have been reading it for a while, that may be what you've come to expect. So yeah...
Anyway, on to my story.
This past Friday, I was out hanging with Ryan at his apartment with some of his roommates and friends. We were playing Mario on his Wii, and a game called Telestrations (I recommend it). It got late, so I finally headed back to my own apartment to sleep. I had a date the next morning, and was also heading back up to K-town for the weekend. By then I was starting to feel sort of weird, but I shrugged it off. It was almost 2am when I got to my apartment and when I got to my room door, I found it locked. In my apartment complex they have keys you can lock your room with, but you have to go to the main office to get your key, and I hadn't done that yet so I was in sort of a tricky situation. Thirty minutes later, and with the help of my roommate and a kitchen knife, I was in my room again.
I'll spare you the fine details on this, but I'll just say that shortly after I got into my room I started to develop some really unusual symptoms that I've never had before, and I'll tell you, they were scary. Since it was 2 in the morning, I didn't have many other options, so I went online to several different medical websites. (Yeah, I know, "don't trust the internet". These sites seem pretty legit though...) I typed in my symptoms, and the results came back on them saying "You might have cancer."
So I thought I was scared before when I started having the symptoms...now I was literally freaking out. I almost called my brother (who is medically trained) or my parents right then, but for some reason I didn't. I was having all sorts of crazy thoughts fly through my head. Some were that I wouldn't wake up if I went to sleep, or that I might bleed to death in the night, or that I only had two years left to live, etc. Yeah, I was scared.
Somehow I managed to calm myself down, and I went to sleep. Saturday morning I called my brother as soon as I was awake and he didn't answer. A while later I called my parents and talked to my mum (who is also medically trained) and she called to set up a doctors appointment after I talked to her. She helped calm me down, and I felt a bit better as she said it could be something minor, but that I should get checked out.
I got back home to K-town and we were off the doctor.
Thankfully, after I was looked over by the doctor, he told us what it was, and that it wasn't cancer. He said I was "too young for that type of cancer". I was pretty relieved. (stupid internet...) He said one part of it seemed slightly suspicious, so I might be called in again if it doesn't go away, if not, I'm good. Now I just have to take some medicine, and I should be good.
So yeah, pretty scary, but good ending. There are few times I've been that shaken up before, but I'm good now. :D