I am normally a very logical, rational person. I said normally. I have issues when it comes to anything health related, though. You could call me a hypochondriac, I suppose. I don’t know. It isn’t that I think I’m always sick. Or that the kids are always sick. I’m not one to run to the doctor all the time, nor do I take the kids to the pediatrician every time they get a fever. It is just when something IS wrong, I blow it out of proportion and my mind can go off to some very dark places. It is always the worst case scenario with me.
Say I have a headache. It isn’t just because I’m tired and stressed. I have a brain tumor.
And if my throat hurts? No, I don’t have a virus. I have cancer.
I’m not making light of these very serious conditions, I promise. I’m just trying to tell you how my mind operates.
This morning when I was getting Bryce dressed I noticed two little welts on his legs. They looked like some kind of bug bites. When we left for school I noticed another one. So now I’m sick with worry that he is going to end up with some deadly mosquito-borne illness such as Eastern Equine Encephalitis.
I’m a mess, I know. I just don’t know how to turn this off. Nothing awful has ever happened to me or anyone in my family, so I don’t even know why I’m like this. It sucks. Thank goodness I have a rational husband to talk me down! He said that we probably have a better chance of winning the lottery than Bryce getting EEE, and he is probably right.
It’s OK, you can laugh at me. I’m kind of laughing at myself right now. Do any of you do this? Or am I alone with my nutty thoughts here?
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