Illness

There is always something wrong with me.

I had horrible neck lockdowns for about four years before I got help. I get migraines sometimes (not that often nowadays thankfully). I get awful menstrual cramps. My stomach gets sick from every single bug out there. I have a throat condition that causes a really painful pressure in my stomach every now and then. And I have allergies.

And, as you have seen if you follow me on Twitter, I found three lumps on my lower back yesterday, after having back pains for about two weeks.

If none of the conditions above are troubling me, than you can get your sweet as that I have a cold or have fallen and broken my ankle.

I am so sick and tired of never feeling good.

Of always having to be taken care of. Of always having to worry.

And right now, I am worried like crazy. In fact, I’m scared.

As most slightly hypochondriac people, I’m worried that the lumps on my lower back are cancer. That I have evil, ugly tumors destroying my body from the inside.

I just want to feel good.

But no, I have to skip tonight’s poledance class to hang out at the ER, since the local health care centre refused to give me an appointment before the middle of March. By then, I would have died from worrying.