From the information that I just found out, my nonexistent heart (along with what little coping emotions I have) has plunged into my stomach.
Not cool. But I'll deal with it. I don't really feel like sharing my problem with the world just yet. (or ever)
So for now I'm going to go into HEAL mode and watch America's Next Top Model (which is very calming for me) and watch old Gaspard Ulliel films, accompanied a zombie marathon. Also, I'm going to eat a very unorthodox version of beans on toast. (also very calming)