Since 40 years ago, I have known my mother to exaggerate her ailments. My friends and I have actually caught her in the act of pretending a limp, then being "cured" when she thought she wasn't visible, only to return to the limp again once she "reappeared". Every illness she has had, either real or undiagnosed, is magnified tenfold and told in great, gory detail to any poor slob stuck in her attendance. She has always been obsessed with the medical field. She started as an office aid, then became a nurse's aid (until she was diagnosed to have "debilitating arthritis", debilitating only until knitting needles and gardens are considered), then studied to be an Emergency Medical Technician, only to end up owning the largest library of medical books outside of a library. She has a Physician's Desk Reference for drug information, the Mayo Clinic Complete Family medical series, anatomy of a human, yada yada yada.
My biggest problem is that she does have a few issues, although few are serious: she has prolapsed valves (as do I, and no big deal), psoriasis, borderline high blood pressure, and she takes a blood thinner. She has acid reflux and gets recurring bladder infections. She is allergic to gluten. She visits the doctor at least 3 times a week and is hospitalized for one thing or another at least twice a year. She is happiest when she is being seen by a doctor.
I am losing patience in dealing with her "ailments". I can deal with her ailments, just not her "ailments". Those are the ones when she goes up to a paramedic at a county fair and asks, "If my chest hurts, should I be concerned?" Whereupon they hauled her into the hospital and checked her out. Nothing found, as is so often the case with her. Her most recent visit to the hospital included an insistence that she couldn't breathe. Her pulse ox was normal, but they put her on oxygen, just in case. If she has Munch, how does one deal with it? She's in denial, of course!



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