Hypochondria

I feel sick. Just achy and kinda blah. Maybe flu? Maybe severe cold or allergies? MAYBE WEST NILE?! I am a crazy person. I admit it time to time when I am in the mood to be honest... Worst case scenario just creeps up on me. I got it from my mother. She will take a simple issue and turn it into a crisis. Totally true story. Luckily, I grew up and got the hell out of that situation to pass the crazy on to my kids. Sigh. Anyway, back to my impending death...I've been bit by at least 20 mosquitos the past week doing odd outdoor chores. I always get ate up by them. I am without husband. I have to do stuff for myself and children still. I live in Texas. It's hot when the sun is out. So, I'd underestimate my bites to at least 1000 per year. I grew up in a wet area. Southern Indiana. Creeks and rivers. We had tons. They could carry you away but we never worried because West Nile didn't show up until 1999. Thank you Africa for that. I'm scared shitless I'll be walking down the street and just collapse because of these tiny predators snacking on me for about an hour a day. Yes, I wear bug spray. I'm not a dumbass. I still get bites. I tell myself I'm heathy enough to combat any virus that comes my way. I don't believe it though. I fear being sick and not having Whatever here to take care of the boys...and me, of course. I'll double up on my vitamins and take a few jogs this week (in the sun, I guess) so I can keep the possibility of becoming a statistic at a minimum.