Every once in awhile I take an online test that tells me I’m borderline autistic. Actually, my numbers put me in the overlap zone between autistic and anxious-but-masking-it-pretty-well.
All tagged I am a hypochondriac
I’m worried about my heart, and I’m worried that worrying about my heart will kill me. I went online over the weekend and I searched “how to have a healthy heart,” hoping I’d get a list of action items, do-able things I could integrate passively into my already-passive pandemic lifestyle. I would do everything it said except for eat kale.
The other day one of my coworkers asked me if I knew anything about probiotics. I told her that I knew just about everything I wanted to know about them, fearing that I was going to be led into another conversation about fecal transplants and/or my most hated and feared food, sauerkraut. Instead…
