In which our heroine speaks sternly to the universe.
It's pretty great, when your body is acting just slightly mysterious, to go to the doctor's office and get an answer within an hour. The fatigue and confusion? The oh-damn-I-forgot-to-eat business?
Apparently, not merely attributable to stress.
Apparently, there's this virus called Infectious Mononucleosis that I dodged no fewer than three times in college that just hit me like a damn bat.
That is not pretty great at all.
Universe, you probably think you're funny but you're so, so, so not.
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