More physical woes
Thanks to our new (cough) "insurance," I had to scout around at the beginning of the week for an area (NOT Grass Lake, NOT Manchester, NOT Jackson) doctor who accepts said insurance. Since this took a few days (and finally, a personal recommendation from someone E works with), I don't have an appointment until next week (in Chelsea. Close enough).
I think not knowing what the hell it is (should your liver be sending out shooting pains? Would you feel a bleeding ulcer that far to the right and north of your belly button? Can't you feel a hernia poking through? Is it something even worse than that?!) is making it worse than it actually is. That's my hope, anyway. Yet another factor is that I haven't experienced PMS in three months, when you think about it.
I'm going to a male doctor for the first time in YEARS, and also hoping I don't come across sounding like a hysterical female when I have my appointment next week. All it takes is for me to keep my mouth shut. I tend to analyze every little ache and pain I've had in the last year, especially when seeing a new doctor. But as a patient, I also need to speak up. It's all about finding the balance. Hard to do when you're panicking.
Oh, and a final factor is my swimming. I've been trying to get in a mile (36 laps) every couple of days. Maybe my body is just saying "WHOA! EXERCISE?! What fresh hell is this?!"