I am a confirmed hypochondriac. I confirmed myself because that’s what hypochondriacs do. I am constantly checking for symptoms and I can usually find some. Matching it up with the correct illness gets trickier. I long for the day when your annual health check-up is some sort of all-inclusive scan that picks up everything. Like Sandals resort for the sick. You don’t worry about bits and pieces because it’s all included. It would be great if the medical center had a Tiki bar too!
I’m pretty laid back about dying. I’ll be dead so it doesn’t matter. However, I get very excited when someone I care about me isn’t quite right (and I’m not talking in the head!). I don’t want to be hanging around by myself.
There are a lot of folks who fit in that group along with some very fine critters. I still miss Jake who left for the big catnip patch in the sky five years ago. These days I’m working with Mollie and getting her blood glucose (bg) numbers somewhere in the neighborhood next to normal. I’d be happy if she was in the same country as normal.
BG is a funny thing. Too high and they damage your organs. Too low and you’re on the train to the catnip patch. Put a hypochondriac in charge and it’s a case of wildly fluctuating moods (for the human, not the cat who like me is not concerned about dying).
I’ve been down this road before with Jake but he was easier. I don’t remember too many crazy times with him. It’s only been a week with Mollie and I’m on the Crazy Train with Ozzie.
When someone you love is sick, it’s a roller coaster ride. Focus and concentration are lost. I haven’t been able to read a book. I’ll read three pages, jump up and google something new I thought of. Quarantine doesn’t help either. The techniques I use to soothe myself include fondling (but not necessarily buying) shoes and clothes. Maybe an extra Starbucks trip for something foofy. Meeting friends for lunch helps too. Right now I’m in this alone with the beloved husband and three other cats who are wondering why they are not getting attention. Gracie needed a love fest at 4:30 a.m. Sheesh!