Apparently I pulled an arm muscle picking up my backpack today. I started having chest pains about 9 this morning. I knew it was something funny because it only hurt down the breast bone and under my right breast. Believe me, for a while there it hurt so much I couldn't concentrate. (And this does not give you the right to visualize!)

I went to the office a little after 11. Yea, that was also fun. First I got lectured by the secretary (She doubles as the nurse. Ya know, with all the money they make from tuition, you would think they could hire a nurse and have an actual clinic.) about having GERD (I was diagnosed when I little) and not taking care of myself. She thought it was indigestion. But I knew it was not. Indigestion doesn't last for hours, or at least not for me.

So after about 15 minutes of her going on and me sitting and nodding like I didn't know this information, she finally called my dad. My dad was busy at work so he sent a coworker to come and pick me up.

It took said coworker an hour and a half for a twenty minute drive.

So, in the meantime I sat in a room off of the main office. I finished reading The Pearl for English and scared a delivery person when he spotted me (Come on, the lights were on, for Peat's sake!).

When he finally showed up, the coworker took me to the house that I live in (He's also a family friend) and dropped me off at a little before 2.

How do I know that it is muscle strain? I just went to put a night gown on (Yes, night gown) and when I lifted my one arm over my head it felt like someone punched me in the chest. I'm still trying to catch my breath.

I hate Wednesdays.