Anxiety sucks

I was late this morning, and hadn't eaten by 8, stood up and got dizzy. Cue insane breakdown about it being a late complication. I read stories of late ones and they are harder to diagnose because the symptoms are different. I keep freaking out its going to be me, despite chances being very low that that would happen. This is what I do though, I am like this with every health problem, every time. I hate it. Its wasted energy. And you know, I tell myself, say it happens, whats the result? More time in hospital, and yuckiness for a few weeks. I'd survive. It's not that big a deal! So why am I *SO* scared? :( I hate this I hate this weakness in myself. Sigh.