I messaged my pdoc this morning thinking my anxiety had gone all screwy and I asked him if he had any suggestions. Then we went out right after that and I couldn't eat but I got my shopping done. I felt very sick very fast. Then my mom and I figured out it was just more physical stuff if I couldn't eat but I could go into stores.

My pdoc did get back to me this afternoon and he said I'm still having a response to the endoscopy and antethesia and to give it a week. I'm glad he confirmed that and that I'm not just going off my rocker.

My Grandma got really sick from anethesia back in 2006 and ended up dying as a result. She was 85 though. My aunt almost died after a knee surgery because they gave her too much. I'm not like that worried though. Not like I'd be 4 years ago if this happened. But I've never gotten this way after going under and it is a weird feeling.

My cat Gary who hates me got into bed with me for the first time ever today. I hate it when cats are creepy like that. Especially when I don't feel right. I feel like its an omen or something. He's a black cat which doesn't help either.