Countdown to possibly the worse birthday ever.

I have a bad feeling about tomorrow. I really do. This weekend has been one of the worst in my life by far. Let me explain... Friday morning. Doctor appointment 2 miles away. My heart is still not fully recovered so it took me like an hour to get there. There are no sidewalks on the way there, just little neighborhood streets. So I was walking with my heel practically against the curb and walking against traffic, like you're supposed to. Some impatient asshole tried to pass the car he was driving behind and came into the lane I was walking in and clipped me with his mirror going close to 10 mph. Great, fucked up shoulder. He kept driving... I just sat on the curb for a few minutes to regain myself. Shit right?? Oh well so I got to the doctor and started having my normal anxiety because the doctor NEVER has good news for me. NEVER. Turns out my recent heart attack fiasco was what she called "the start of chain reactions." I asked her to explain what she meant. She told me that this is going to happen frequently. One organ is going to go berserk and all the others are gonna go to hell with it. It will kill me. She read me the results of my latest blood tests and my Liver Albumin was 87 (the "normal" range is 15-45) and my Kidney's Creatinine was 1.7% (average should be .7 to 1.1 %) so these numbers are too high and WILL be the cause of cancer in the liver and kidneys within the next three years. Too late to fix that. I held myself together until I left the office and cried practically the whole way home. Just about every car that drove by I wanted to jump in front of but I held myself together just a little longer. Ate some lunch and went to sleep. Saturday I woke up and went to the restroom and went back to bed for a few more hours. Did some stuff in the afternoon but not too much. Was watching TV in my bed and I guess I fell asleep. I woke up sometime later on the floor. I knocked myself out rolling out of bed and hit my head on my desk. So I have had a headache since then and here is the kicker: I can't take Tylenol or Motrin because they are just gonna screw up my organs more. Sunday started off decent. Just woke up had some food and was just taking it easy in my room. Study session with Sarah for a few hours. Walked to the library and got rained out. The usual stuff. I attended a Men's Meeting which was going ok until Tanner got up and asked if anyone in the room was gay. Nobody answered and then this giant gay-bashing session started. I tried to close the subject and was getting agitated but they kept saying very hurtful things and started attacking me. I have not been this angry in a long time. It's been a very rough weekend and my birthday is in a little over ten minutes. It is going to suck, I can already tell. Well good night everybody. Hope your weekend was better than mine.