About 3 weeks ago, I went to see a doctor assistant (my own doctor was overbooked) because of a cough that was not improving. Because I have had bronchitis before, I was pretty sure that was what I had this time around. I really regret having made the appointment, though, because I have been hyper-anxious ever since.
It is indicated in my files that I have HA. I have no problem with that. I also mentioned it to the assistant. I believe in being up front. He attempted to calm me down before we started any consultation. His method of calming me? Telling me about a bunch of young children who were electrocuted at a sporting event from a freak storm 20+miles away from the actual event, when lightning struck the ground, hit an underground water source which happened to travel the distance to the children on the field. This was after I told him my son (same age as those kids) was playing ball that night, and that I was looking forward to it. THIS was his idea of comforting chit-chat.
When we got on to the actual consultation, I mentioned the cough, and told him that the congestion made it challenging to breathe properly when I was in bed, which is pretty standard for any cold, I'm thinking. He jumped on that comment and started talking about congestive heart failure! He checked my ankles and feet for swelling (there was none) but kept going on about CHF. I swear, I was there only for a lingering cough. I had no unusual symptoms besides the run of mill cold type. Needless to say, my blood pressure and pulse skyrocketed, which in my head linked right to some sort of serious heart condition instantaneously. Even though I was only bothered by a nagging cough.
Since then, I have been filled with dread, anxiety and fear. I was doing so well (almost a year since my last HA attack) and in spite of having a lot of personal stress lately, was doing well to keep my health fears out of the mix. Since that appointment, though, I can't sleep, have shortness of breath, various abdominal pains, severe bloating and crying fits. I worry about:
- congestive heart failure
- liver problems
- kidney problems
- cancer of some sort
I made an appointment with my actual doctor for a follow up last week (guess what? I HAD BRONCHITIS!!) and told him what happened. He ordered tests for my liver (follow up from my gall bladder removal last fall, and I've been having some discomfort there) and my thyroid. I see him again Monday for the results.
In the meantime, I have to remain logical. I can see, when I step outside myself, that most of my symptoms are probably anxiety-related, since I didn't have them (or at least, I didn't suffer from them so badly as to notice them) before the appointment with the horrid assistant. I am thinking that all of his comments planted major fears in my head. Between his comments and the majors stress in my life, perhaps the worry I have now is perpetuating my symptoms?
How will I go on until Monday? How do I look at my little boy without wondering what his life is going to be like without a mommy? How do I get back to what I was last month, relatively calm and worry-free. What happens if those tests come back fine? Do I lay low for a bit, see if that removes my anxiety? Or do I say, "Yes, but... I still feel..." and ask him to order the full run-up of blood tests (which in hindsight is something I should have asked for them?)
I honestly don't know what kind of response I am looking for here. Mostly, I guess, I was hoping that by writing out some of my thoughts I would be more sure that anxiety is causing my physical problems, but... the physical feelings are SO strong I can't help but feel that there's something wrong. I also, honestly, feel disappointed in myself, that I've fallen off the wagon so hard. I suppose I am looking for an outsider to say something, a flash of brilliance, of logic, of common sense... I don't know. Does anyone have anything for me?
and sorry this post was so long-winded...