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.