North Star
Beloved Grand Eagle
Just when I think I've moved past a symptom, up it pops again. In this case, doctor paranoia. This past spring after having the shit scared out of me with female issues, I thought I moved to a place of peace at not freaking out over symptoms and tests. (It didn't help that this doc pulled out all the stops in ordering tests and a biopsy.)
So today I thought I should act like an adult and assume responsibility for my health and get a mole checked out. It's probably okay but I can feel the old TMS fear fixation starting to do it's thing....OMGOSH!!! You have MELANOMA!!!! And it didn't help that the chapter I was listening to in Dr. Mate's book, When the Body Says No, talked about melanoma.
So instead of going down that path, I made an appointment. And of course, that's after I spent 1/2 hour on the phone verifying providers and benefits with my insurance company. And then there's the 20 questions they ask you when you do make an appointment.
By the time I was finished, my anxiety was flying high. I was able to stop what I was doing and so I could go wander about the back yard and reflect upon why I overreact to medical visits so much.
I know Sarno says aging and mortality is a biggie behind TMS and being 51, I'm cognizant that there's more life behind me than ahead of me, statistically speaking.
But I'm still clueless as to why the anxiety. Anyone else deal with this?
So today I thought I should act like an adult and assume responsibility for my health and get a mole checked out. It's probably okay but I can feel the old TMS fear fixation starting to do it's thing....OMGOSH!!! You have MELANOMA!!!! And it didn't help that the chapter I was listening to in Dr. Mate's book, When the Body Says No, talked about melanoma.
So instead of going down that path, I made an appointment. And of course, that's after I spent 1/2 hour on the phone verifying providers and benefits with my insurance company. And then there's the 20 questions they ask you when you do make an appointment.
By the time I was finished, my anxiety was flying high. I was able to stop what I was doing and so I could go wander about the back yard and reflect upon why I overreact to medical visits so much.
I know Sarno says aging and mortality is a biggie behind TMS and being 51, I'm cognizant that there's more life behind me than ahead of me, statistically speaking.
But I'm still clueless as to why the anxiety. Anyone else deal with this?