Sunday, July 10, 2016
Some crazy decision-making has been going on around here lately.
I mentioned a few days ago that I was having trouble with my stomach -- gastritis, which I've had before. Well, two nights ago, I had a terrible night. I couldn't sleep, and I had all sorts of dramatic abdominal pain. Back in the UK I would have gone to the doctor. But here, I have no comprehensive medical insurance -- I have a travel policy which covers me for some emergencies, like accidents, but not for pre-existing illnesses.
I decided to cut my trip short and fly back to the UK. It sounds drastic, and it meant I couldn't visit my mom and brother in Jacksonville. But I didn't want to spend a miserable week sleepless and in pain, with no way to address the problem.
I changed my airline ticket to fly out today. My family took the news well, and I Skyped with my mom yesterday to make up for it.
But then, of course, having made that change, I had a much better day. I've been continuing to take my Nexium, and I watched what I ate. I skipped alcohol and drank weaker coffee. (Because I am NOT ABOUT to give up coffee entirely.) Last night I slept like a rock and woke up feeling fine.
So then I had a million doubts. Should I really fly home early? Was I giving in to my own insane health neurosis and hypochondria? I talked to Dave and decided I was being a drama queen.
I changed my ticket back. I'll drive up to Jacksonville today.
I am a nut.
(Photo: Telephone and/or power poles down the street from my dad's house.)