My mother informed me this evening that I worry far too much. She’s probably right. I have what is most likely a deep tissue bruise on my arm, but I’m convinced it’s a blood clot and that I’m going to die. I even marked it so I’d know if it moved or got larger. Paranoia.
I might go back to counseling since I hit my insurance deductible during my most recent adventure in the emergency room. I also might not, I’ve been feeling okay lately (I attribute my paranoia to my recent ER fun – I assume I’ll be over it soon.). They still won’t cover it 100%. We shall see.
I need to relax. I can’t even imagine how much my happiness would improve if I could simply relax.