Before my sister passed, I was a big hypochondriac. And for awhile afterwards, my twisty brain had a reprieve; every ache and pain wasn't terminal, it was just an ache or a pain.
As I've become closer to whole again, the hypochondria has crept back in. I know a lot of the trigger comes from the big birthday. Your younger sister passes and it's hard not to think about 'dodging the bullet' and wondering if I really have.
For the past month I've experienced symptoms that are vague and random, and most likely nothing more than my body creeping towards menopause, (oh please let that be true!), and me needing to tweak the way I hydrate myself.
I've started drinking two, twelve ounce glasses of water in the morning, before eating. One when I wake up before coffee, and the other while I enjoy my cuppa.
I drink a lot of water. I always drink the recommended 64 oz. per day, and lately, it hasn't been enough. Maybe it's all the sweating that I do during spin. I know that when I have a massage, (I had one last Saturday), it takes me at least 4 days before I'm back to myself and feeling hydrated and energetic.
And we live in the desert. Yes we're by the sea, but L.A. is the desert and we're in a drought so I have to believe that everything and everyone is parched.
So I'm watching and making notes. Part of my new hypochondria is not wanting to go see the MD. Before I couldn't wait to run to the doctor, now I drag my heels and have zero follow-through. I don't avoid, but I procrastinate.
And rationalize that I don't need to go because I'm no longer a hypochondriac.
