Jess Watkins
11-10-2014, 02:54 PM
Okay...so I have always been a mild hypochondriac since I was a little kid. But now it appears to be getting worse.
My mom passed away in August from cancer and I was her caregiver for two months. I saw a lot of scary things and went to visit her every other day as she went in and out of the hospital and ICU. It took a lot out of me I guess...and now that she is gone I am afraid I will die or go through something similar. First it was a brain tumor; I started twitching all over back in September, went to doc and was told it was all nerves. Then after the reassurance I calmed down and the twitches went away. Then my BP began to go up. One night it got up to 134/85 in the middle of the night. Now I am worried about my heart. I try to talk about what I am afraid of but no one takes me completely seriously, they all chalk it up to anxiety. But what if there is really something wrong? I always want to see a doctor now. It's not even funny. It makes me very sad. I am scared of getting ill and drying because I live with my dad and brother and have been their source of encouragement since mom died, if I died, I can't imagine how they would deal with it. Those fears are in my mind as I carefully examine each and every bump, pain and ache that happens in my body.
I don't want to be this way, but I can't help it. I am convinced there is always something wrong with me.
Anyone else have this? How do you cope. I am tired of this bruhs.
My mom passed away in August from cancer and I was her caregiver for two months. I saw a lot of scary things and went to visit her every other day as she went in and out of the hospital and ICU. It took a lot out of me I guess...and now that she is gone I am afraid I will die or go through something similar. First it was a brain tumor; I started twitching all over back in September, went to doc and was told it was all nerves. Then after the reassurance I calmed down and the twitches went away. Then my BP began to go up. One night it got up to 134/85 in the middle of the night. Now I am worried about my heart. I try to talk about what I am afraid of but no one takes me completely seriously, they all chalk it up to anxiety. But what if there is really something wrong? I always want to see a doctor now. It's not even funny. It makes me very sad. I am scared of getting ill and drying because I live with my dad and brother and have been their source of encouragement since mom died, if I died, I can't imagine how they would deal with it. Those fears are in my mind as I carefully examine each and every bump, pain and ache that happens in my body.
I don't want to be this way, but I can't help it. I am convinced there is always something wrong with me.
Anyone else have this? How do you cope. I am tired of this bruhs.