I’ve had a cold for quite some time now, and it’s been definitely raining down on my parade. Three weeks, I guess, is far from normal for a cold to thrive. I haven’t been able to eat well, nor sleep well. And I noticed that I get tired way too easily, that I find it extremely difficult to keep up with my son’s boundless energy.
Thing is, I’m not too keen on seeing the doctor. I just can’t put my finger on it, but I simply detest the idea of waiting for hours at the clinic. The long wait is agonizing. It’s almost akin to the stress of looking through the price of breast implants while waiting to get one’s boobs done. Thoughts keep racing through my head about what the diagnosis will be, if I’ll have to undergo lab tests, etc. Yes, I can’t help but have my paranoid self take over.
What I usually do is scour through the net for medical advice. I know it’s not really right to do that, but I think it helps to have some understanding of my symptoms. Although I must admit, that leaves me feeling only more paranoid. One link leads to another, and before I know it, I’m reading about surgery and its irreversible complications.
I guess, more than my instincts, I should trust doctors. Sure, they may make me wait for hours, but that’s already a given. Their job is to help, so I should take advantage of that. Oftentimes, things aren’t as bad as they seem…