Seriously, no matter where I go I am a tad bit paranoid.  Any sort of ailment I get I have convinced myself it is another form of cancer.  To ensure myself I was not going mad I did a bit or research to let myself know I do fit into the normal category. I thought I had passed this stage, but apparently I have not.  It is so bad that I have recently come down with some sort of sinus deal which has ended up in a sore throat and congestion.  I swore to myself it was some type of cancer.  I went to work on Wednesday and my friend at school shared how miserable she was feeling. She soon went into her symptoms.  I did not say this aloud, but I was thinking yes!  I do not have cancer. 

She noted my expression with, Misery does love company.  

I went on to share my whole paranoia deal.  When does this phase end?  I will drive myself crazy with it.  Honestly, I do want to keep part of it but not all of it.  

Peace out, this sore throat mama is going to bed to sleep it all off.  Yeah right!