I got the standard don't panic speech. Got told to keep checking my temperature, to keep an eye on 'discharges', to pay attention to my cramps.

If nothing gets seriously worse... then I'm not to bother with anything beyond heat packs and advil.

If something gets seriously worse, I'm supposed to go to a hospital Right Away.

Comforting.

More paranoia, yes. I just LOVE being paranoid. Really I do. Honest.

So yeah. I've got a big glass of coffee-and-schnapps and I'm going to get VERY drunk. No mobs, please. No get-well-cards.

This is one little note in my symphony of pain (I love that phrase, sorry, I just had an excuse to use it so I had to) that I really don't want to hear about ever again.

That's all.