Here’s my first post. My first blog.

So, I signed up for a blog a while back at the urging of my husband, who says I need a creative outlet. Being a web designer and developer, he gets to be creative all day and he can’t fathom that I don’t also need/miss that type of fun in my life. I told him I have nothing interesting to say, but he says that’s ok since no one reads blogs anyway. So here goes…

I picked the name “I think I’m dying” because it sums me up pretty well. I am a HUGE hypochondriac and I will always think of the worst possible scenario and apply it to every situation I’m in. Despite that, I’m not a terribly anxious person, but I do have my moments. Here is an example: today while walking to class (3 blocks), I imagined cars hitting me as I crossed the street, bums attacking me as I walked past, and the bridge collapsing under my feet as I walked over the interstate. Once in class, I imagined the professor calling on me and being struck instantly dumb. While walking down the three flights of stairs to the library, I imagined tumbling down to my death. And then on the walk back home, I again had the car-hitting-bum-attacking-bridge-collapsing fears.

If I have a headache, it’s a brain tumor. If I cough, it’s lung cancer. If I have a bruise, it must be lymphoma. You get the picture. I don’t just horde these fears for myself, either. Oh no. I’m generous. If John is five minutes later than usual coming home, he’s probably dead in a ditch. If one of the dogs drinks more water than usual, she is suffering from renal failure. If she is inexplicably licking her chops, she probably just ate a scorpion.

For the longest time, I thought it was just too miraculous, considering all that could go wrong, that I have lived to the age of 25 without suffering from some kind of horrible trauma or tragedy. But then I realized that’s not true– I’m nuts.

That said, all of these irrational fears have become so commonplace in my life that they aren’t really fears at all. So function pretty well and my life doesn’t revolve around my insanity. So I guess I should talk a little bit more about myself- I’m back to being a student. I have been a student (if you count kindergarten) for 19 years. This is my 20th year. And I’ll have 22 years of education under my belt by the time I’m done. This probably qualifies me as insane way more than my hypochodriac-ish ways do. I’ve spent a whopping ONE year of my life employed in the “real world.” I’ve been married for a year and… 3 months. I love my husband to death and he is by far my best friend. Sometimes we’re a little too inseparable. I live in downtown Milwaukee, WI. I’ve lived in Wisconsin my whole life, and I do love beer and cheese.

I spend too much money on crap I don’t need, I want to lose 15lbs, I’m shy and insecure 79% of the time, I can actually sing pretty well, I can’t swim, I had a nice wedding (thanks mom and dad!), I fall down a lot, and my biggest fear of all is being thought of as dumb.

I guess that’s enough for one post. Time will tell if I come back for more!