It’s just one of those days where my mind insists no matter how hard I try to ignore it that there must be something wrong with me. That some disease or illness is lurking beneath my skin. Hypochondriac thoughts, begone!
I think the problem with being told to worry less and appreciate life more, is that appreciating life more makes me even more scared that I will lose it all! SIGH.
Come on, I CAN DO THIS.
(I did not update my journal about it, but last week I woke up at 7.30am with a badly twitching upper eyelid. When to the doctor and was talked down to in such a condescending tone that it was completely harmless. She could have told me the same thing without being so rude. Good thing was, it went away in another hour or so. No idea why it happened.)
Life as a Hypochondriac 