Unfortunately, I have no idea what’s wrong with me. Oh, I’ve been to doctors. They haven’t found anything. I seem perfectly normal. But something is definitely wrong. One of my office mates thinks we should all just get annual CAT and PET scans since a lot of things that go wrong have no symptoms. I just want the Star Trek thing where they run a scanny thing over you to find out what’s wrong and then run another one over you to fix it. Or shoot you up with those cool hydrolic needles.
So I went to work for two hours today and then I came home and laid on the couch and watched Chicken Run, Robots, CNN, and MASH. Yeah, good day. I also drank gallons of water and ate homemade apple pie. And I spent way too much time at WebMD where they didn’t have my exact symptoms and the closest I could get were rare and horrible diseases. My students were sending me links to possible diseases. This is how I teach them to do research.
This morning, I was walking up the stairs to take a shower, already not feeling so great and felt pain shoot up my leg. And I thought, holy shit, I’ve got a blood clot. And then I remembered that I had rammed my leg into the bed post on my way to the bathroom last night. Yes, I jump to conclusions. I don’t really panic about it or anything, but I’m a worst case scenerio kind of person. It’s not that I’m pessimistic. I just want to be prepared. I don’t want to be caught later saying, I had no idea that kind of thing could happen.