Hypochondriac Problems

Today I called my mom at work to ask her if she thought I had a deep vein thrombosis.  I should probably also mention that my mom is not a doctor, but she watched a lot of Chicago Hope and ER and other medical dramas, so there's that.

I also asked George what would happen to me if I did have a DVT, and he was like "Did you ever watch House?"  I didn't, but according to George I'm going to need to walk with a cane and develop a dependency to painkillers of some sort.

Clearly I have a bright future ahead of me.