Hello crazy town

Spring break was a little rough. One of our childhood dogs passed on(as mentioned in Erin's blog). The very same dog I saw at the pound and knew my mother and I had to take home. This dog was always happy, as though just seeing you made his day. He died of a tumor and I cried my eyes out only stopping when Mariah came over to play video games and make sure I wasn't alone.(I hold back tears now just writing this) Rest in peace my friend. I love you very much.
The day before our sweet dog was put down I received a call from my doctor. I have been lactating consistently for the past two months. (I tried for a long time to think of a better way to say that and deciding I don't care left it as it.) After some blood tests they concluded that my hormone levels are off and after a look at the *ahem* substance they concluded I was indeed producing milk. The doctor I saw who was a very nice lady from the university's health center told me to see another doctor in town who will be able to take me further than she could. She said the exact same thing that Bree's mother said(which make me think her mom is in the wrong profession) that it could be a sign of a tumor on my pituitary gland. This is apparently very common in women said my doctor and is often not cancerous. I am seeing another doctor April 1st and for now who knows what the hell is wrong with me. I would like to say I am not worrying about it but for those who know me that is an obvious lie. As an overtly anxious person (who recently has had a panic attack or two making her think she is on another trip to crazy town) I think I am doing alright. Thankfully I have a very loving girlfriend and a sister close at hand(and one a phone call away who is the only person who reads this other than said girlfriend, hi Erin!) to remind me of the lighter more logical points of view. It was a hard week and harder still is waiting till April to more than likely just be shuffled around again to some other doctor. All I can say is, hello crazy town, it has been a long time.