The title should be fair warning.
I'm tired. I'm lightheaded. I'm short of breath. My chest hurts. I have trouble sleeping, what with the overall sense of impending doom and existential angst. I have no real appetite, but I'm eating a lot of chocolate and caffeine to try to stay awake. Therefore I'm putting on some more weight.
It's most likely anxiety, nothing that getting the girls' issues a little more settled, getting myself a new job or a winning lottery ticket, and some xanax wont take care of.
However, I did go to see the doctor this morning. My EKG is fine, we'll see what the blood work says (probably anemic). I also have a cardiology consult, just in case. I suspect at the end of everything they'll tell me I have anxiety, take some xanax, and did you know you're fat? Duh. I hate the new EMRs where even when the doctor doesn't talk to you about your weight, because he/she knows you aren't stupid, the little visit summary printout tells you to consult the "Healthy weight and you" handout. Every. Damn. Visit.
Like that's going to help the anxiety.
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