This post will be a quickie.
Ever heard of the saying “Sick with worry?” Yeah? Well, me too. But, I’d never actually experienced ‘sick with worry’ until my diagnosis. It’s terrible — horrible. Three words that seem totally innocuous. However, when you are actually sick with worry, you will be on your ass. Or the bathroom floor, in my case. Just dry heaving and spinning. I’ve not figured out a real solution to this problem. Right now my best defense is Paul. I just let him rub my back until it’s over and then I hug him and cry into his t-shirt.
Sick with worry…. You’ve probably read those three words, and/or said them a million times in your life. I now know what it means and I hope none of you out there reading this ever experience this feeling.
Now, back to reality — get out there and VOTE, today is ELECTION DAY!