Are you one of those people who can think yourself into a problem?  I think I must be.

Several years ago I was doing some weeding in the yard when I got a sharp pain in my chest.  It truly felt like a knife going through me.  I had been bending over the weeds when it happened so I immediately sat down on the grass.  The pain eased up and went away.

Rather worried, I left the chores for the day and went to the house, got a glass of water and just relaxed for a while.  There was no reoccurrence of the pain, so after a long rest, I changed out of my grubby clothes and took a shower.  For the rest of the day I did very little.

For a couple of days I was fine and went about my regular duties feeling rather silly about the episode, I put it down to indigestion and forgot about it.

One evening I was loading up the dishwasher and the pain was there again.  Really sudden, really sharp and quite awful.  Dave was out of town and I was in a bit of a panic.  Afraid to drive to the hospital and have a heart attack, en route, I thought I would phone a friend, and have her drive me.

By the time I had got to my chair the pain was completely gone, and I sat and thought things over.  I had no pain in my arm, none in my jaw, which is often a symptom in women having heart attacks, so I just rested and waited.  I had the phone and was ready to call for help if necessary.

No more problems for a while then, one day, after showering and partially dressing, I bent down to get something from under the sink.  Back came the intense pain and as I put my hand on the area, I felt a sharp stabbing on the back of my hand.  On further investigation I realized that the underwire, in my bra, had broken and was digging into my chest.

I felt so silly that I just stood there and almost cried.  Here I was thinking the grim reaper was knocking at my door and it was just a “wardrobe malfunction”.  How silly was that?  At the time it was happening it didn’t feel amusing but I was embarrassed to tell people what had happened.

Another time I wore a pair of boots that I hadn’t worn for ages, I hate to wear closed shoes and wear sandals most of the year.  Over the course of the few hours I was wearing the boots, one foot began cramping and actually got to the point of being painful.  Once I had limped back home I immediately removed the offending boot to find a thin sock in the toe.  It had been there from a previous wearing and the sock had gone unnoticed.

Only a couple of weeks ago I felt a pain under my foot, after persevering for a few minutes, I removed my shoe and found an earring!

I am definitely getting dafter as I age.  Maybe I need a “dresser”, one of those people employed by the very rich, to help them dress in a morning.  Then I would not have to be responsible for my own comfort.  However, then I would have to find something else to worry about.

Ahhh, it is a hard life when you are a hypochondriac, or just a person who dresses in a hurry.