As I’ve mentioned previously, I am a bit of a hypochondriac. A friend of mines husband has some hypochondriac leanings as well. I am an odd hypochondriac. When he thinks he has something he researches it and get checked out by a doctor. He goes to the doctor a lot. I’d rather not know. As if not knowing what is wrong with me means it doesn’t exist. This doesn’t stop me from spending hours at night worrying about the phantom disease.
Today I had blood taken to do a complete blood workup. The last time I had that was in 2005 when I had diagnosed myself from the internet with one of the rarest forms of cancer, that would kill me in months. Obviously, I was fine. Usually I would be tense and worried about the tests but I haven’t been nervous. I assumed the tests would take a week or so to get back to me, but the technician said I should have the results tomorrow or the day after. I guess I don’t have enough time to worry about things.
Earlier in the year I read a quote that has stayed with me since, “I am happy as long as I am healthy, and I am rich as long as I am not in debt.” Sadly I can’t remember who I got this quote from to give them proper credit. As I said, these words have stuck with me and been rattling around in my mushy noggin for months.
I am not healthy and I am in debt. The health thing is what it is, to sound like a professional athlete. I am currently under care for this biggest health problem I have. Now that places some limitations on what I cad no in the form of exercise. One very important aspect of my health is totally within my control. What I put into my body would frighten most people. If it the product hasn’t been processed or extruded or purchased from a chain restaurant, I usually don’t partake. I don’t really like eating this way it’s just the most convenient. I often make resolutions to eat healthier. I say as I eat a bag of cheetos. They are baked though.
Because I am just trying to post things during NaBloPoMo I’ll write about debt at another time. Nothing like dragging out a blog post to fill a self assigned schedule.
I originally had the idea for a blog titled “that was the week”. OK I totally admit to stealing that title from Keith Eckstein who used to do weekly roundups on his old blog A Taste of Garlic. On an unrelated note to this post Keith has a new blog about his new life over at http://www.huelgoatdiary.com/. Anyway, I planned the post to be about what happened to me during the week. Seeing how boring my life is I decided to just talk about what I really wanted to talk about.
That was the Year
Almost a year ago to the day my Dad took his first of several trips to the hospital. Thus began a eight month saga. During this time he made several trips to the ICU and spent his time in an assisted living facility (ie nursing home). I prayed. I hoped. I kept the phone with me always and tried to be prepared to hear the worst news. If a weekend went by and I couldn’t get up to see him I felt worried. Thankfully he is back home now.
About this time last year my own health problems started. I postponed going to the doctor for months as the situation with my Dad developed. I finally did go to the doctor and got a diagnoses. While annoying in that it takes a long time to cure, it is not life threatening and trust me I had all sorts of horrible diseases going through my head. Funny enough not the one I was diagnosed with. I had never even knew it was thing.
Early in the year mine and my Dad’s health problems conspired to give me a horrible case of insomnia. It lasted for months. For three or four days I would get about 4 hours of sleep and then finally my body couldn’t take it anymore and I would crash for several hours. I spent most lunch hours curled under my desk napping just to make it through the day. This insomnia was a very odd one. I would go to bed and fall right asleep but wake up three or so hours later. I was awake but things weren’t right. I just lay in bed with my mind just spinning like a train on greased tracks. I remember that during march madness my mind would be playing basketball games in my head. The insomnia ended suddenly. It stopped after the first time I went home and saw my Dad back at home where he belongs.
All in all, it has probably been the worst twelve months of my life. I am not saying this to get pity or have people feel bad for me. I am not really down about it. It isn’t really in my personality to get depressed about things. That only makes them worse. I am more hopeful than I am down about what has happened. It is what it is. It’s life. You move forward when you can. We have not been promised easy lives. Anyone who tells you life can be easy is trying to sell you something.
Oh and just for fun, I got a letter form the IRS a week ago saying I owe them $1400.