Well, it began yesterday. I didn't have anything to eat in my place since I haven't been spending much time here lately. All I could find was some mac n' cheese, so I made that and that's all there was for dinner. Probably not good, but it didn't bother me last night.
Today comes along and this morning I have some minor "digestive issues", undoubtedly from eating only mac n' cheese the night before. I had lots I needed to get done today and didn't leave until 8:30, so I was in a big enough hurry not to dwell on any of this.
The day goes on and I feel okay. I'd slept well for two nights in a row. Things were okay.
Then by the time noon or so rolled around I felt the "digestive issues" trying to rear their ugly head again. Since I was on the road I didn't really want to stop to deal with it, you know? I just ignored it the best I could and moved along.
Then late afternoon rolls around. By this time I'd gotten done everything I needed to and was just doing extra stuff. But I hadn't stopped to eat all day. This isn't really unusual for me but I know how it works. If I starve all day and then eat, I will usually have at least one round of "digestive troubles". Nothing major but it's probably not good for me in the long term, I know. Don't lecture me, please!
Eventually I make it home. Picked up a small grilled chicken sandwich from a local fast food grille. Not surprisingly, about fifteen minutes after eating this I had several rounds of the "digestive issues".
But again, I know why that was. Eating only macaroni and cheese, suppressing needing to uh relieve myself, and then not eating all day. It's no big deal. It's to be expected. And yet it still made me quite nervous. Couldn't talk myself out of it.
Then a little while later I took a short nap. Very short. Woke up and my stomach was going crazy making all kinds of sounds. Loud sounds. I wasn't sick and the "issues" seemed over. I guess I just had lots of gas in my digestive tract. Simple enough explanation but it STILL drove me crazy. I was on the cusp of having a panic attack after about half an hour of noise-making.
It finally settled down but I noticed that I now felt sorta bad. Not real bad. A bit feverish, more tired than I should be. You know. So I do the wrong thing by taking my temperature. 99.3 it says. Normally I'm a bit below 98.6 so that's why I'm able to feel even a slightly elevated temperature like that. Then I made a worse mistake. Google. I search for reasons to have a fever without any other real symptoms.
Normally searching Google is a very bad idea when anxious, but this was one of the only times it could probably pay off. After years of speculating this to be the case but having no evidence for it, I finally found two abstracts from med journals that suggest that anxiety can literally cause a fever. To prove it, here are the URLs:
Anyway, so after reading those I had logical reasons for all ailments and now I feel quite a bit better. Still feverish but I don't feel so anxious about it.
Don't know why I had the urge to share this experience with all of you. Perhaps it's because I no longer write a blog, I don't know. But there it is anyway. Maybe someone in the future will search for "fever and anxiety" and will at least find the links useful.
Try to have a good night, all.