This must be the other side of the rainbow, toto

Something has become abundantly clear this spring. I am out of shape. I couple of times I was out there ascending what very well could have been the stairway to heaven AKA the right amount of heart pumping exercise to give me a massive coronary to make me meet my maker. I am relatively young, fit, and conditioned for this or so I thought. But the last couple of weeks I have been having this weird chest pain. I sharp pain in my left chest cavity, you know, where the heart is. It was so bad at times i figured I should consult experts. Not doctors, mind you. I am too poor for their opinions, but friends whom have worked at hospitals and older people whom very well could have had similar activity in their very own left chest areas. Here is a breakdown of possibilities to my life threatening chest pain:

Gas

Allergies

Stop smoking, Ben

Lack of sleep

heightened anxiety

aliens have implanted me with a chip of some sort

Most of those things I can agree upon. I eat too many fried foods (just when I thought you could never eat enough) I smoke, I haven't been sleeping, and I have always been a bit high strung. And I am sure the aliens put the chip in my brain, not my chest.

So today, I went grocery shopping for heart healthy foods and vowed to turn my irrational fear around of having a heart attack at 29. Though it is possible. I did see a doctor and he diagnosed me with this rare condition that, while it won't kill you, makes me think that you are going to die. It's called Hypochondria. I am looking into joining support groups for survivors and sufferers alike. We can beat this, guys.

I did sleep 12 hours last night. I had prepared to stay up all night as in the last few nights. I got snacks and super-loaded my hulu queue with episodes of "Cummunity" and "Daria". I cooked myself some sauteed broccoli and shrimp in a light olive oil lemon sauce with spices and I settled in. Wouldn't you know I had passed out in my food, ass in the air not even past the opening credits to "daria". The body needs what the body needs. Nate came home at around 1am and fixed me up proper; got me a blanket, ate my food, and watched "parks and recreation" while I slept. I don't even remember that. I do remember waking up at 9:30 all bright eyed and bushy tailed. (hardly)

I am still trying to shake the no energy blues today. I have been dragging ass. I need to wake up proverbially and get really for the witty repartee required of hosting trivia night at Brew On Broadway. someone cyber slap me!