Day 20: What's wrong with me? Anything?

I have never in the least bit thought of myself as a hypochondriac. Peter, however, has recently diagnosed me as one. I think it is a bit of an unfair diagnosis, as it is only based on one or two circumstances, but I guess I must admit that this past week I've been a little over-the-top with Internet diagnoses of all my bodily problems. I've had stomach problems all week and have run the gamot with ideas about what is wrong with me. At first I thought PMS. Then appendicitis. Then IBS. Now I'm thinking it's some sort of bug or virus that is messing with my intestines and abdominal region. But how does one know for sure? And how does one go about seeking treatment if it is only discomfort that is being suffered? Just wait till I have kids... lately I've become more and more of a worrier, but gosh I might just go crazy when I have more than just myself to freak out about.