Worried

I was worried about the yellowing around my fingernails, a dirty sort of yellow, like I had been smoking all my life. I was worried about the skin cracking at the corner of my mouth, and the taste when I woke, and the way my tongue felt too big by the evening. I was worried about head neck shoulders back stomach hips legs knees ankles feet toes, worried just about being a thing in the world. I was worried that I worried too much. What got me in the end was something quite different.