i’m kind of a hypochondriac. actually i’m completely one. i can panic myself into sickness, make bronchitis manifest itself merely by worrying about it. last night i went to a walgreen’s health clinic (generally and in this case as well a waste of time and money), because my throat had been sore for several days and though this always happens this time of year with temperature change and people turning on the dry dry indoor heat, i thought I MIGHT HAVE STREP. MY THROAT COULD CLOSE WHILE I SLEEP. so i went.
turns out i have post nasal drip, caused by god knows what, probably some allergy. so i’m on an albuterol inhaler, to make sure that the drip doesn’t aggravate the lungs and give me bronchitis for the fourth time in a calendar year. but while i was there and undergoing the usual diagnostic testing, the practitioner exclaimed over my low blood pressure. so now i’ve been researching all day why i could have low pressure (it’s only 88 over 60, while they usually want you at the very least at 90 over 60). i think i might be clinically dead. worrisome. the only plus side is that i worry myself into such a tizzy that my heart rate increases, and my blood pressure gets higher…healthy, i know.