Try Not to Be Scared

I have a bad habit of paranoia when it comes to events of a medical nature. I (or my sub-conscience) greets needles, tubes, and other doctoral implements with fear and loathing.

So now that I’ve got some minor levels of pain flaring up in my arm, I am no doubt unpleased, a bit fearful, a bit angry at various doctors, and full of trepidation. Normally, I wouldn’t care. I can take a bit of pain. But it’s in the same part of my arm that managed to develop an abscess the last time around and resulted in the doctor cutting a hole in my arm. I had to stuff it with gauze for three weeks.

I don’t want to go through that again. But the cyst on the surface and the redness and the pain aren’t inspiring me with any sort of confidence in my ability to avoid it.