I got the results for my tests back.
According to the results, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me at all. Nada. Nichts. Jack $hit.
So now I ponder and wonder what the hell went on, whether I get a second opinion, or whether I ignore it ever happened. My doctor told me it was probably an anxiety attack of sorts.
Whatever the case, it's time to move on in some direction, albeit more cautiously than before. I'm sick of staying home. I need to get out and do some stuff again.
Maybe if I could meet a girl like this then all would be well again (beware of managers). I'd probably think I'd died and gone to heaven though :-p