I wasn't in full panic-mode until I saw the list of symptoms, though, all of which I have. First, skin abrasions that resemble spider bites. (At first I wasn't worried because frankly my skin has so many problems, i.e. keratosis pilaris, that a couple little patches of different strange red bumps wasn't really cause for concern, but NOW THAT I KNOW IT'S MRSA...) Also, fever and coughing. Just this afternoon I was like, "Why am I coughing? That's weird." No, IT'S MRSA. Most importantly, I noted the symptom of shortness of breath, because that is so me right now. I go to the gym two or three times a week, yet when I reach the top of the stairs in my building I sound like a 60-year-old asthmatic who just smoked a pack of cigarettes. (IT'S MRSA!) So now I'm debating whether I should go to Student Health or if I'm just a lunatic. I'm leaning towards lunatic, but that's mostly because I already know what the lovely people at Student Health are going to tell me. They really only have three standard diagnoses: a) You have Mono, b) You have a tumor, or c) You're pregnant. As much as the inner hypochondriac in me wants to think, "But what if I do have a tumor?" mostly I think I just got way too into last night's episode of House.