Something's not right...

I was a healthy individual. I didn't eat particularly bad food. I was not overweight. --- In fact, at present, I am rather underweight due to the the present circumstances --- I was an average American in the prime of my life. Twenty-four years old, no cares. I had been living in Japan for the past 2 years teaching English to the students of a small town in the North of Japan. My life was full and exciting and I fell in love with the woman who would soon become my wife. But returning to the US left me job seeking and with the tasks of finding a place to live and the related affairs that meant I might have to take a little while to do that. And then there was the fact that I wanted to return to graduate school in a scientific field, which meant that the job I was seeking should be in a field of science that would get me back into the game and give me experience for applying for graduate school. Needless to say, I was being picky. But I had saved up a large sum of money from my time in Japan, and I felt that it was safe enough. I had never been one to get caught with my pants down. There would be plenty of money to live off of and no problems as long as one of us didn't get sick.
...it didn't seem like much of a gamble at the time.

Searching for jobs IS a full time job, and I was constantly occupied by it. But somehow, I began to notice the problem. I know now that it must have lasted for at least as long as I had been in the states, but it took me longer to realize it. I was sick.
At first it was the frequent urination that I noticed. Usually I can sleep the night without going... but now I'm getting up a few times a night to go... thirsty a lot... well, that's because I'm peeing a lot, isn't it? ... And I was tired. But this was probably because I was constantly looking for jobs, going for interviews, and maybe because I was just stuck in the house all the time without good exercise/light/air... So I waited. If I was sick, I should wait until I got a job, then I would have insurance and I could see the doctor then. And it was probably nothing anyway. Old people pee a lot... maybe I'm just getting older... When you're busy it's easy to rationalize the little problems in your health.
...until they get worse.