Yesterday I left work early to head off for a regular visit to my doctor.  Whenever I have to leave early for such a visit I always find myself oddly quiet, almost in mourning as if someone died, but nothing bad has happened, I’m just going for a check up.  It’s as if my mind is shutting down at just the possibility of finding out that I have some incurable disease. 

I’m sure that I’m fine, I mean the doctor said I appear to be fine and normal, but we did some bloodwork with the check up, and now I’m batshit worried. 

What if I actually am dying?!?!?!

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I left the doctor’s office last night with that what if thought, and it had me slightly out of it, well, that and some missing blood - I love having blood drawn, it gets me high, seriously it does - which would explain how when I saw C-Dawg and Girlfriend chowwing down on my way home I probably gave them a deer in headlights look. 

Anyway, totally weird mindset to be in, and I’m not sure how normal it is to go to the doctor, be told I appear to be healthy and then worry that I have some debilitating and or life threatening disease after a good check up or not, but hey, everyone has their thing, and this happens to be mine.  At least I’m not afraid of clowns or statues.

So now I’ll have an entire weekend where I can worry and fret myself silly to the point of me almost sort of legitimately believing that I have an incurable disease that will take my life in a horrible death before the age of 30.

And to top things all off this happened…

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With all my worrying of death I forgot to apply pressure to the spot where the blood was drawn and so I bled out a bit….I could have bled myself out on the way home, and this can only mean one thing….I am for sure dying…