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I went to health services today and walked away with a refilled naproxen prescription, a referral to a physical therapist for body work and an appointment to talk about food. I've lost 20 pounds in two months, and they were concerned, to say the least. I'm going to talk to Chris in two weeks, I probably could have set up something sooner, but I didn't really want to. They were so nice, as always, and took me seriously and it made me want to cry. I don't like people to worry about me, but it is good to know that I'm not completely crazy to worry myself.

Now is the time on sprockets when we turn in our paper.