Dying Daily

My body and mind conspire to keep me unhappy. I’ve always dealt with health anxiety, but it seems to peak when things are going right. My brain says, No, slow down, big guy. Too much serotonin floating around up here. That ache in your side? It’s probably cancer. And thus the twitch in my lip becomes a sign of undiagnosed MS. The headache is an aneurysm, and my poor memory is probably early-onset Alzheimer’s. Reflux after a big meal? No, it’s a widowmaker. Now you’ve gone and left them all in the lurch. Way to go. For someone who seems to be dying every day, you’d think I’d get used to it. But it’s as they say, the horrors persist, but so do I.