One of the problems with being in my situation is that whenever I feel less than 100% well, I start worrying. The nasty little voice in the back of my head starts whispering “It’s back … It’s back …” over and over again. Any and all minor symptoms are a cause for close examination, concern and worry.
Of course, I get the odd cold, run a bit of a temperature, pull the odd muscle, get headaches, and have unexplained aches and pains just like anyone else of my age.
And I understand that – I’m not a hypochondriac. But my reaction to these things is not very logical. Frankly it’s anything but – which is difficult to explain to people. And then I saw this cartoon, which explains everything. Enjoy.