The End has no End

Don't you hate it when you watch or read something about some funny disease and find that every fuckin' symptom applies to you too?
I just read a blog by one of my soap girls, and she was worried she could be pregnant. Turned out she had some sort of problem with her ovaries, and from the list of symptoms I could check almost every fuckin point too. Infertality could be symptom. And/or result. I'm not sure how you would say that best. Crazy. If I did not have this insurance problem I could be tempted to see a doctor. Oh well. What I can grasp from her post is that there isn't anything to be done anyway. Live with it. Well, diabetes can be a symptom too. And that kind of shit should be checked and medicated to make sure one lives. But with all the sugar I have I hardly believe I could have it and not yet have died from it. So I'm ruling that one out. As well as darkbrown patches of thicker skin on the chest... Thank god.
I made some cookies today. That's a symptom for me being rather unhappy. They tasted great and were very very easy. Baking is something I'm rather good at. I'm looking for stuff I'm good at. I might create a list. Lists are fun and a procrastinator's favorite way of pretending to do something useful. Knowing that you have a problem has nothing to do with knowing how to solve said problem. Nobody knows better than me...