I don’t feel good

It doesn’t happen often that I feel this run down, but whenever I do I make sure to check the mirror to see what color my lips are.

The day I was diagnosed with cancer, Mom says my lips were as pale as my skin.

Today my lips look normal, but I don’t feel right. I don’t respond quickly to questions. While it’s not the normal sort of tired haze, I do feel some sort of dampening on my brain, and I have a mild headache, too. Earlier, while I was just sitting at my desk, I suddenly felt very dizzy, and rode out the feeling with a sense of unease.

I had just eaten a bag of chips and some cookies and drunk a grape soda, so I started wondering if my bad habits have finally come around to bite me in the ass–if I have developed diabetes. (I have no idea if dizziness is a symptom of diabetes. But since I am terrified of getting diabetes, that’s one of the first things I think of whenever I start to feel weird. The other thing is–you guessed it–“Maybe I’m pregnant!”)

I don’t know what the deal is, but I’m going to eat my unhealthy Krystal’s lunch and then rest my head on my desk for awhile. Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to be affecting my appetite.