I am hoping for the same Babyjane.
To be honest, I have always been a worrier and a glass half empty, and have struggled with self-esteem due to childhood issues [as Philip Larkin's poem says, 'They fuck you up, your mum and dad']. So I totally fit the category for health anxiety.
MY OH is fab, really kind and totally glass half full. We have the ability to have an absolutely FANTASTIC life, but I can't seem to accept that I can be lucky enough to deserve it.
Weirdly, I have sailed through the implant thing - no infection worries, BUT have a bit of an obsession lurking about the type of AB I have been given... Have just done housework in lounge [given a good 'bottoming' as my MIL would have called it], listened to Smooth FM, sung along, and guess what - I feel loads better and have no physical symptoms. So - I know one way to tackle this. Might stick with just the singing though, as bloody hate housework.
Sparkle - think carefully before going the AD route. I did take citalopram for four months and it had big impact on my digestion/bowels - leading to an unhealthy obsession with BMs... And I only just feel right now in terms of dreams/sleep/tiredness. My God, I am bad - if I try really hard, I can sound like an episode of Dinnerladies, or the two ladies in overalls that Les Dawson used to do... Not a good way to go! And moaning about your bowels doesn't really do anything for your love life.
Off to read the paper. If I'm lucky I could read about two new diseases I could have before lunchtime.
