BIG FUCK FUCK FUCK *TW #)

Just got home from my dietitian appointment. She weighed me at 98 pounds. I weighed myself this morning at 95.9 pounds. Her's is always higher. She literally made an appointment with my doctor to see her tomorrow. Super- I hate going to the doctor. She said I need at EKG, Electrolyte count, and blood work, plus the basic bp, hr, pulse etc.
I don't want to go.
Carlos said if I lose two pounds from the last weight he knew (he saw 99) that he is sending me somewhere. So i told him what Jill's scale said, 98.
There is no way in fuck I am letting this ruin my cruise.
I could die right now. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK