Being Sick

I hate being sick much more so than I used to. Before my surgery sickness was just sort of irritating pain in the butt, but since my heart attack and surgery, I have to evaluate everything my body does using heart attack litmus paper. "Hold on, you're nauseated, this could be life-threatening so let's evaluate it carefully." It turns out nausea is just nausea, but everything comes with a little whisper of doubt. Is this a heart attack, or just nausea? Is this a stroke, or just vertigo? Is this just heartburn, or do I have a bleeding ulcer?

And I hate that. But I'm better today than I was yesterday, and better yesterday than I was the day before that.