can't help but worry.

Ever since I can remember, I have been the epitome of a worry-wort. The littlest things to the most significant things...I worry. So, imagine when my sister called me one night and told me she had been throwing up continuously for 2 days. I worried.

I told her to go see a doctor. With limited means of transportation, she went to the school clinic. I am quickly reminded of the treatment I got at the Student Services Building at UT. Cough, sore throat, chest pain. No matter what the symptom, the diagnosis was always 'allergies.' Allergies my ass. So, of course, I have absolutely no faith in the so-called doctors at any campus clinic.

My distrust was confirmed when they sent my sister home with anti-nausea medication to treat the flu. She continued to throw up for 2 more days. She had lost 10 pounds. I then insisted she see a real doctor. She ended up at an emergency room, set up with IV treatment, and then released.

Once my parents were informed, they quickly made a trip to College Station. They then decided to pick her up and take her back home. While they thought all she needed was rest in a comfortable environment, I insisted she see another doctor - a real doctor. I practically had to beg my parents to take her to a doctor. The extent of the conversation made me furious. My parents made me so upset. For a moment, I had lost faith in doctors and my parents.

For all that it is worth, I am glad she is getting better.