I haven't felt very good lately. For the past two weeks, I've been extremely tired, seemingly no matter what I do. Even after I wake up, and persisting throughout the day, I have no energy whatsoever. Moreover, I feel as if my head is in a fog. I'm not sure if lightheaded is the right way to describe it, but I keep having instances where I suddenly feel out of it. Especially worrisome is the fact these occur while/after eating. Of course, I also feel sick to my stomach a lot as well. A few headaches too. My hands and feet ache for seemingly no reason (though that could just be psychosomatic... or early arthritis). What's more is I'm not sleeping well. Normally I get about nine hours a night, but despite my exhaustion, I'm waking up after about six.
This has me really, really worried. I'm not used to worrying about my health, but this has me legitimately scared. If I'm lucky, it's related to exhaustion, and should let up after I'm rested. I've been going non-stop for about two years now, and this set in about a week after I got out of school, just enough time for fatigue to catch up with me. However, I've been exhausted before, even enough to have micro-sleeps, and it's never been anywhere near this bad, or persistent, before.
What I'm really afraid of, is that it could be diabetes. Diabetes scares me the way few diseases do. Honestly, every description I've heard of it sounds hellish. Doubly so, since I like sweet foods, and I have a major, major, major phobia of all things blood. Needles squick me out. I can't even read about the human circulatory system without feeling nauseous. The idea of having to do daily blood work... or injections... (shudder). Honestly this has always scared me enough that I would say if I ever got diabetes, I'd just kill myself. Significantly less painful that way. The thing is, I can't say I honestly want to die. Not any more at least. The past several years have been spent finding a reason to live again, after years of having no hope for the future. Moreover, earlier this year I broke my long standing soda addiction, and I've been trying to clean up my diet, so to have this come after taking such steps feels like a slap in the face. Also frustrating is the fact that that addiction was the byproduct of something I couldn't do anything about (I spent a summer working 60 hour weeks, where I was constantly placed on a different shift, and since then I constantly have to fight my own circadian rhythm, being nocturnal in a inflexibly diurnal world. I needed the caffeine).
All of this has got me really down, and really scared. It was enough to ruin my 30th birthday a little over a week ago, and I spent the other night at work hiding in a corner sobbing. I don't want to die yet. I don't want to be sick, but I don't seem to be getting better. I'm still a wreck, and I really hope that some of the symptoms are just psychosomatic manifestations of my fears. I should really go see a doctor about this, except I don't have one, and haven't for years. Couldn't afford one without insurance. I applied for Medicaid earlier this year, but I still haven't heard back from them (I imagine the ACA has generated a colossal backlog). The company I work for keeps a nurse on hand, so I'll probably go talk to her later this week. Best I can do.
Still, I'm not doing too well. I'm scared.
;_;