If you’ve ever been on WebMD (or really, anywhere on the internet), you’re probably aware it’s only a short matter of time before you come to the conclusion that you have somehow contracted Dengue Fever and Lyme Disease and have an inoperable nasal tumor that is going to grow into your brain causing you die in 24 hours from dehydration and lacerations. I discovered years ago, in tech school, that when constantly learning about diseases and parasites and such, it was extremely easy to convince myself that every time my nose itched I must be dying. I think it’s human nature to be a bit of a hypochondriac. Some people take it to the extreme…
…but most of the rest of the world doesn’t let it get too out of hand.
Last week was a roller coaster of real and imagined pain and illness. I was sick early on, but it was only one of those 24 hour bugs. Then, there was a situation that took place that sent my stress level through the roof, and basically left me having tons of panic attacks and finding it difficult to function. I’m not terribly proud of my inability to handle stress like a balanced human being.
However, while all this was going on, I started noticing a pain, that I was definitely not imagining, coming from my foot. It started as just a bit of an ache. I didn’t think much about it, other than blaming it on the fact that I’m getting a bit older, and with age comes new aches. By Sunday, though, the pain had actually gone from achy to quite sharp whenever there’s pressure on my foot. So, I’ve been wrapping it, using my awesome bandaging skills (this is something I should put on my resume, because I really do have fantastic bandaging skills). It really does hurt, but where the pain is stemming from, even if I did go to the doctor, I’m pretty sure they’d tell me to take ibuprofen, wrap it, alternate heat and ice, and try to stay off it. I don’t need to spend big bucks to get told to do what I’m already doing (and yes, it would still cost me even with my health insurance).
So, for now, I’m just going to grit my teeth and do my best to try to let my foot heal. Thanks for letting me whine (I’d offer cheese to go with the whine, but I’m too lazy to make good on the offer).