I'm prone to worry. I used to think I wasn't that bad a worrier because I come from a family of worriers and it just seemed normal. Then I married a man who doesn't want to even think about what he is going to pack until 6 hours before a flight and hates nothing more than paying for insurance because, seriously, what could possibly go wrong? He smiles easily, falls asleep quickly, and plays with the abandon of an 7 year old. And most shocking of all, the world doesn't collapse around his ears! Here I have been all this time thinking the only way to get from point a to point b was to worry over every possible scenario and plan out every step.
Anyway, now here I am at 33 and the doctor is telling me I probably have ulcers. And they can hurt like a SOB! Tests ruled out bacteria as the cause and one of the other causes is stress. D'oh, I forgot to worry about ulcers! So I'm taking some pills, avoiding acidic food, have had a grand total of three cups of coffee in two weeks and I am starting to feel better. All my other annual tests came back normal so I am not going to worry too much about it being something else. I go in to see the Gastro doctor in a couple of weeks. So the moral of this story is be more like my husband and you will have a happier tummy!