Nightsweats

I didn't sleep worth a darn last night...or the night before. Frankly, it's been a while since I've gotten a good nights sleep. I spent the weekend battling a headache and nausea. I got a lot done--I know what 'sick' is, and this ain't it. I'm contributing it to the weather and the high pollen count, high pressure. Could be it's just some stupid sinus infection I have going on. I get those on occasion and I don't particularly like them--nor do I like the antibiotics they stick you on. *sigh*
But I don't like nightsweats. Tossing and turning and waking up sweating--I'm wanting it to be menapausal crap. (well, not really--but I AM of that age..) I don't have any other things going on that would be *warning warning, pay attention to this* going on. Well, other than being increasingly more and more tired. Given that it's been a while since I've gotten a decent nights sleep--I'll chalk it up to that.
I know I need to go have it all checked out.
And I can do that quietly, without letting the squirrels run loose in my head and creating panic.
I just don't like familiar symptoms--even if they belong to some other malady.
And I don't like not my theory of not saying anything to himself until after the fact--cuz likely he'll be punchy about being excluded from what's going on.
There doesn't seem to be a happy compromise in moments like this--he's a bit neurotic and borrows troubles to catastrophic ends WAY ahead of the moment.
*sigh*
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.....guess I need to suit up and show up at the physician's. But I'm not gonna like it! Cuz no matter what gets said to me, I'm in trouble for saying zilch to himself.
And well I should be, I'm guessing!
That's JUST a guess! LOL