I, like many nurses, am a hypochondriac. Every time I have a new ache or pain I am convinced it is some type of cancer or tragic yet undiscovered disease.
My last ailement was the hip tendonitis which lasted for months and hampered my running. I was sure I was heading for a hip replacement or as my mind panicked, some sort of unusual bone cancer that would lead to amputation. However, the hip feels great now and my running is better than ever - whew!
Last week I was stricken with a new life altering ailement. I started getting sore throats. Not your run of the mill sore throats, but ones so bad I could barely swallow. Thay would come and go and my thinking led me to assume it was associated with the dry cool air and leaving my windows open at night.
We are a week later and there are swollen nodules in my throat that I am assuming are tonsils. Hmmm!
Years ago I had a bout of sore throats that went on for around a month. I attributed it to tonsils or possibly strep throat, but I endured and recovered fully and I am thinking this may be the same thing only with the little swollen nodules.
I am not one for running to the doctor unless I am close to death and I am hoping this little setback will run its course and I will be on to my next tragic disease, but in the meantime I start to worry about my ability to swallow completely and wonder if I may be aspirating on the fluids I have been drinking.
See, my nurosis is a continual cycle that grows with each new symptom.
So Saturday will mark a full week of these throat issues and I will give it an additional week. If it does not correct itself I may be forced to see someone about my newest disease, but until then I have seven full days to let my mind run wild with panic.
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