A traumatizing doctor appointment, that was. I've felt nauseous for a few months now. I'm full after three bites of something, and I love food. I've lost 20 pounds in less than 6 months. I don't even want to lose weight. Apparently, I also now have high blood pressure. My doctor did some blood work, questioned me to India and back, and then pointed out that I was shaking. She asked if something else was bothering me--if I wanted to be prescribed some kind of anxiety medication. I started to bawl. I couldn't control myself. She suffered for the last few minutes (hours?) of her life, and I can be put on medication, I can so easily get rid of the pain? I'm not sure I understand why, or if this is even the right word, but I feel guilty.