Remember that classic “Twilight Zone” episode with the dying old man who asks his greedy family to wear ugly masks until midnight … Then when the clock strikes 12 and they take the masks off, they find their faces have frozen to fit the hideous masks (which really epitomize their ugly souls)?
With my lip swollen to twice its normal size, I felt like one of those characters last night.
I still don’t know why it ballooned up. I was just sitting at my desk at work when it started tingling. A look in the mirror confirmed that I looked like a refugee from “Twilight Zone.”
Stranger still, it was just the right half of the top lip that swelled.
It’s just the latest in a long line of strange complaints. On Saturday, I had a strange, dull ache in my right arm. I spent half the night worrying if it was a heart attack.
Yeah, I have a touch of hypochondria, in case you couldn’t tell. When my mom was in the hospital after her heart attack (manifested by complaints that she couldn’t breathe), I laid awake trying not to think about the fact that I had trouble breathing.
Most of the time, I keep it under control — but every once in a while it sneaks back.
How about you? Ever have a brush with hypochondria? Any ideas why my lip blew up?
I hope I’m not developing a peanut allergy. Surely that’s not it. I ate peanuts Saturday, too, to no ill effect. In fact, I often snack on peanuts, because it’s the only low-carb thing in the vending machine at work.