Since my last column, I’ve had the chance to test my white-coat worry stamina first-hand. I made an appointment for an MRI and didn’t get clammy hands while scheduling the appointment. And I’ve only made a handful of comments to my husband about the possibility of something imploding while I’m in the machine, which seems to happen with regularity on the TV show House. I’ve decided it’s best to stop watching that program.

I was also able to answer the safety questions the nurse asked me on the phone without adding in any caveats. Okay, you’re right. I added in one. … Read More »

Since last week I think I’ve worried less. Really. Or at least I’ve thought more about worrying and what it isn’t doing for me. I ask my husband if I seem a bit less angst-ridden than normal. His response is a noncommittal “maybe.” To me that’s progress because he’s usually the one who is much more cognizant of my worrying than I am. Why is that?

So I feel ready to tackle this week’s assignment – worrying before a doctor’s appointment. I don’t mean right before. From the moment I schedule an annual exam, check up, or physical, I think about … Read More »

As I write this, I’m not worried about anything. Well, that’s not absolutely true. I’m slightly worried about my mother’s upcoming doctor appointment. Along those lines, I’m concerned the health care bill will never pass. In addition, my nine-and-a-half year old cat has taken to meowing whenever my husband leaves the condo. I wonder why she has growing separation anxiety.

Moving right along…

I’m very fortunate that Dr. Elizabeth Lombardo, Ph.D., M.S., P.T psychologist, physical therapist, and author of “A Happy You: Your Ultimate Prescription for Happiness” has agreed to coach me through my worry project. As previously mentioned, I’m a forward … Read More »