Close Call

Okay, so for the last week or two I have felt not so good.   Of course, there was the almost-dying thing involving the Heimlich a couple of weeks ago.  Fortunately, other than a bruise, that turned out well.  But I've had such a headache, a sore neck, shoulder and arm.  I've been, well, just a tad grumpy.   And I've been so tired.  Also, my stomach got upset almost everytime I ate (but I am not a quitter -- that didn't stop me from trying).   For years I've been going to a physicians assistant for my annual exams.   I love her, she is amazing and smart and funny and makes everyone feel comfortable.   But she retired.  Darn her!   So, I'm a year past due for my annual exam and most beloved mammogram.   So, of course, in my mind, my not feeling well meant I had cancer.   It was tough connecting the dots between the headache, sore neck, shoulder and arm and cancer, but I managed.  I had a harder time with the stomach thing, so I just kind of ignored that.  

So, last Sunday I was in church sitting by myself (my husband sits on the stand) and a friend came and sat next to me.   We have three meetings every Sunday, but  I was going to leave after the first because I wasn't feeling very well.   She looked at me, told me I looked pale, and asked if I felt okay.   She's a nurse.    I told her that no, I didn't feel very well.   She then asked, "Do you have a headache, does your body ache, are you tired all the time, and is your stomach upset?"   Well, as a matter of fact, yes.   To all of the above.  

She smiled and then said - - "Oh, I've had that crud, too.  It's going around.  You should go home and rest."    I hugged her.  I didn't have cancer!   I wasn't going to die!   Phew!  That was a close one. 

But I still need to find a new doctor and make that appointment.

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.