I used to think every single twitch in my eye, every skipped heartbeat, was a sign of impending doom... like my body was sending Morse code about the apocalypse, but only I could decipher it. I cataloged every symptom in a little notebook. Dates, times, duration, intensity, everything cross-referenced like I was building the world's most depressing personal encyclopedia... all so I could prove to the doctor that, yes, something was REALLY wrong, not just in my head. Then the notebook became the problem.