Last time I had major anxiety, it was in 2009 when I had an HIV scare that sent me in hiatus but I thankfully was tested and the result was negative and I recovered, I've had little ups and down but I was doing excellent.. Well, I was recently swimming with some friends at our gated community pool and I went to get water from the drinking fountain, I'm a 6'2 tall guy so I naturally go to the higher fountain but the water was hot so I go to the smaller one and as I drink from it at a weird angle water goes up my nose. Big deal, right? Not to my anxiety -___- then my mind starts thinking "what if that brain eating amoeba was in the water" and that's all it took. Now I'm like massively freaked out that I have this amoeba and that I'm going to die like next week (i know, I know) And I'm sure many of you know, the anxiety is so powerful that once you read symptoms you magically start feeling them... I can't stop thinking about it and it's dragging my days down baaad. I almost forgot what this was like because I was doing so good, freakin sucks.
I'd like to think I'm okay because it's water from the southern California desert that I read is treated and it always tastes like it is... but there is that "what if" you know? ugh... this sucks so bad... I was having a good week too before this, I just driven from Texas to California with friends and had a blast, and now this... I hate anxiety and I hate that that the stupid water went up my nose.... and I hate the amoeba for existing! Lol Any one with some powerful words of wisdom? Be greatly appreciated....View Thread