Showing posts with label hypochondriac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hypochondriac. Show all posts

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Web MD Gave Me Cancer


I worry about my health in a way I never did when I didn't have kids. It's as if I am overly aware of my own mortality. I can't help it.

The idea of something happening to me while my kids are small is my biggest fear! I get choked up just thinking about it. Losing your Mommy at any age is difficult. That and I selfishly want to be here forever just to see every single moment in their little lives.

So all this is making me a bit of a hypochondriac. I'm exhausted beyond belief, as any Mother is, and part of me starts to wonder if I have cancer. I take longer to get over illnesses, I have heart palpitations, and I get winded easily. Of course this can all be easily explained:

Longer to get over illnesses: I hardly ever sleep and eating right is a day by day battle. That and I am getting older plus have two kids and a husband whose needs normally come first.

Heart Palpitations: Well if I am getting myself all stressed out about cancer than my anxiety level may be a bit high.

Winded easily: This one is simply called a lack of cardio. I used to be in such good shape. Key there: Used to be! Of course I could nip that in the butt with a little effort but the whole exhausted thing along with the family thing gives lack of motivation an unfair advantage over motivation.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not that person that sits on the computer looking over Web MD all day. I keep it occasional as dying from a heart attack in front of the computer while reading about heart attacks is just way to cliche for this girl.

Do any of you other Mothers ever think about this stuff? Do you ever wonder if your lack of self care is going to bite you and your family in the ass? Are you particularly good at taking care of everything and yourself? If so, got any tips? 



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Friday, April 1, 2011

You Think Cancer but You are Just Constipated


Today will be a long day for me. This is not because I have to do anything special. It's because I'm staring at my son's blood test results and they are not right.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Brazilian method of patients bringing blood test results to the doctors. The results stare you in the face for days before someone translates them. You think you have cancer and it turns out you are just constipated.

Do they really need to do that to you?!

So my youngest's blood test is a bit off. A very sweet friend of mine on Twitter took a general look at them and said its probably anemia and a cold/infection. I figured that too. It is rational and most likely the reason.

Then comes in Google. Freaking google and it's extensive searching mechanisms. Now my irrational brain is convinced that he has acute lymphoblastic leukemia. No his platelet count is not low, but I also found out that  they can be in the normal range in 17.8% of the cases.

Damn kick ass researching skills!  I think they should add disclaimers when handing over results with some variation from the norm. Something like: "No one is dying. Nothing here is really that serious. And no you do not need to call your doctor at 7am. Office hours will be fine!"

I forgot to mention the blood in his urine. What 2 year old boy has blood in his urine?!

And while my double personality disorder continues to develop as my mind jumps from rational to crazy hypochondriac, my 2 yr old is playing like normal.

I'm positive that I'm going to bring the results in to the doctor this afternoon, slightly freaking out over what he may say, only to get a prescription for iron and vitamin C.

Then I'll feel like an ass. That goes double because I'm sharing my craziness with all of you.

Then again, assness is the far lesser evil!

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