As I’ve written about many times here, I’m a hypochondriac. In other words, every seven or eight months I find a new disease that I’m dying from. In the past, it’s ranged from testicular cancer to stomach cancer; from ALS to brain tumor. I went for several months of therapy, which—at the time—was great. I relaxed, felt good about attacking a problem, etc.
About two or three months ago, I started waking up with tingling in my hands and fingers. About a month ago, while we were in Spain, I started having heaviness in my left leg. Not normal heaviness, not a cramp or strain. Like, a numb/heavy sensation that made it awkward (not hard, but awkward) to walk. The left leg almost always feels heavy. It’s not a pretend, hypo weight. It’s real. Feels real. Not impeding my actual ability to walk … but I feel it. Especially when I wake up.
Tingling+leg problems=me freaking out. Which I’m doing. On the one hand, I remind myself I’m a hypo, and I always think I’m dying. On the other hand, just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.
I want to see a doctor. The Wife thinks I should wait until I’m actually struggling with something. Meaning, I literally can’t walk or pick things up. I don’t know … the bad thoughts are taking root. MS. ALS. Something … really … bad.
Is it live? Is it Memorex?
What would you do?