One of my sisters was of the opinion that our late mother, famously hypochondriac, experienced most of her mental angst through her body. I fear this is becoming true for me too. For instance, I have had a recurring pain, more of a niggle really, on the left side of my head. This will be a brain tumour. A twinge in my left nipple, this must be cancer. Only this afternoon I found myself very weary and went for a lie-down. I had an ache in my upper left arm. I felt my pulse and it was racing which must be a sign of a heart attack. I counted the beats of my heart in 60 seconds. Seventy bpm. Googled this and found it to be normal.
All this hypochomdria distresses me. It's not the fear of a terminal illness but the dampening of pleasure in everyday living. And I know what is causing it. Too much time on my hands and stress about Covid, lockdown and the return of unrest (riots) to our towns and cities. I almost miss Trump as the focus of my anxieties. This is all getting a bit too close to home.
Well, perhaps they'll cool their heels tonight. Out of respect for their Queen's bereavement.
In the meantime, I have birds to watch.
And these two to cheer me up.
2 comments:
You are blessed with your 2 and hopefully you will see the other 2 from norfolk soon x
I'm hoping that too. Love to see you as well. It's been too long.
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