I wasn't really freaking out by then. The three days off of work just felt like a relaxing vacation for me because I had been so stressed. But when I went back to the doctor after my "break" and my body hadn't gotten better - about what, I did not know, because I felt completely normal and fine - I was pushed into the hospital that afternoon.
That was when I began to panic. My doctor made it sound like my liver was going to explode soon or something. I probably shouldn't talk about it in such a jokey manner on my (public) blog but I basically went crazy. I thought I was going to die and you know how convicts get to request anything for their last meal before they're executed? I decided I needed to eat my last meal...
I went crazy that day. And since I stuffed such an inhumane amount of food into my body (I ate more than what was pictured cos I was so scared I'd never be able to eat again), I spent the whole night not in my hospital bed but on the hospital toilet, LOL.