Oh man, I am not doing well. First, the good news; wife and I are expecting our first together baby. We have one, who’s seven, from her previous relationship, though kiddo does not know a life I wasn’t around in.
Now it gets bad. I have severe health anxiety. At multiple times, I’ve convinced myself I have severe illnesses over a multitude of small, in one day out the next symptoms. Cancer, ALS, you name it. It stems from a parent having significant rare diseases multiple times through my childhood. Expect worst, and it won’t be. I also had significant genetic defects as a child which required multiple surgeries. Having a cardiologist your entire life is not fun. I have to be my biggest advocate. However, I hate doctors. Unless I can’t function, I do not go.
Let’s rewind. Baby news through me to a deep depression about death. It took about three weeks to overcome, got back on medication after 18 great months away, and… bam! I think I’m having a heart attack! Of course it’s not, it’s a panic attack, but at the ER, in a daze of panic, I don’t alert them that hey! My EKG is going to be massively abnormal. Instead, I answer their questions direct and all of a sudden…. They’re freaking out. Everything comes back normal. After a week, I calm down. A month later, visit with cardio, zero changes since my last appointment two years ago, given the all okay. Awesome.
Take this good news positively. I’m going to start running. I’m going to start eating better. Find out, yeah, I need to build up, but I actually enjoy running. Have to take a week off because of the heat. No biggie. Until, on a July 17, I can’t suddenly put weight on my foot. Weird, but we’ll rest it. Come the weekend, feeling pretty solid. That Wednesday, feels really off. Get X-rays, gotta be broken. Nope. No diagnosis. No referral. Not broken, suffer through.
In this time of no mobility, I start to get a weird stomach feeling. As some of you have seen in the poop thread, stomach issues are normal and I know my stomach. Sharp pain? Gunna poop. But this is… no pain? Lots of rumbling. Okay, maybe it’s the new diet? No acid. Okay, maybe I don’t have enough fiber? Fiber backs me up even more. No pain, just a lot of movement feelings. It’s been over a week of just constant uneasy indifference. I’ve convinced myself it’s bad, but it’s not actually having any symptoms of being bad. I’m bloated.
And guess what? I still can’t walk.
I’m going absolutely crazy. I can’t afford a second ER trip in three months, especially when there’s no pain. I’m on the verge of a total breakdown.