I'm a bit of a worrier. On top of that, I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. Not a good pairing, those.
I've put off going for my annual medical exam because my cholesterol was up last time and I haven't been consistent about diet and exercise and pretty much knew my levels would still be high. (If I ignore it, it will go away right?) But recently I've been suffering some odd arm pain and thought it was time to get my act together and make an appointment.
So, in November I dragged my fanny to see my doctor. "Not sure what the arm pain is, but let's try some Advil. Your cholesterol is still high. Get back on the treadmill. Yada, yada, yada...your vitamin D is low, here's a supplement. Your liver enzymes came back elevated let's check again in a month."
WHA? Oh shit!? My liver? What does that mean? OMG, I'm dying!
I don't do well with a health scare. So I fretted, and worried and lost sleep. I changed my eating and drinking habits, fretted some more, but pretty much convinced myself I could "fix" this myself. One month later I went back for a re-check.
WTF? Still elevated?!? I need an ultrasound of my liver? What are you saying? Holy, effing shit what does this mean? OMG, I have cancer and I'm dying?!?
NO. (sorry if I got all worked up there. It's my hypochondria and I'll freak out if I want to.)
Long story short, I had the ultrasound on Monday. I had more blood tests. I called my doctor's office no less than 15 times and, low and behold, I'M FINE. I need to lose some weight (shocker) and get back on track with my exercise (tell me something I don't know) and - get this - STOP WORRYING.
I guess it's a good thing that I also bit a different bullet and finally made an appointment with a therapist.
8 comments:
Ha! I mean, I'm glad you're fine.
I'm like that, too. I'm convinced I have some lurking fatal disease.
HELLO Mama! So glad to see you again!
;) I'm glad you're not dying.
I think anytime a doctor says something other than "you're fine" my mind goes full speed ahead around a bad curve. Glad you're okay!
I'm dying of breast cancer.
Maybe
I won't go to the doctor at all.
I mean if I don't go I don't have it.
Right!?
I think I need the phone number to your head doctor.
Glad your okay!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, just stay off the internet and don't research diseases you think you might have. That is a sure route to madness.
Hypochondria? Worrying?
Were we seperated at birth?
Yeah, a couple of years ago my doc recommended a therapist and I just chalked it up to her not knowing what she was talking about.
It is obvious to everyone but her that I have something....something very, very bad.
Funny thing is, two years later, still don't know what that bad, very, very bad thing is. Oh yeah, and I am still alive.
Go figure.
Hey Lady!
I'm glad that you're well (relatively) and that you're doing something for your mental health as well as your physical health.
Lets try not take either for granted, shall we?
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