breast cancer

point number 1: i am an idiot.
point number 2: i do not, i repeat DO NOT, have brest cancer
point mubber 3: i really thought i did

the whole thing started off innocently enough, a lecture in my sex and culture class about the importance of self breast exams. then i watched the "sex and the city" episode where samantha is diagnosed with breast cancer. all of this prompted me to do my self exam last night, which is a week earlier than i usually do it.

as i was doing my exam, i found something troubling. i wont burden anyone with the particulares, suffice to say that i was worried. to the point where i was looking up breast cancer stuff online and making myself almost sick with worry.

the next morning i was freaking out, and freaking out all those around me until i finally got to the nurse. she told me, 1) that i was fine, and 2) that i was an idiot.

so all has returned to normal, especially since i am so out of clothes that i am wearing my bathing suit top today. eh, cest la vie.