So yesterday morning I’m scrolling Twitter like always when I see “#PhilMickelsonSick” blowing up. Crazy trend, right? My first thought: this can’t be real. Mickelson’s always been this golf tank. Started digging.
Where I Started
Went straight to Phil’s official socials first. Nothing. Zero updates. Dead silence. Checked PGA Tour announcements. Also nothing. Super weird if something major happened. Felt like chasing smoke.
Hit up my usual sports news sites. Found some recycled tweets and vague “sources say” pieces. Zero actual names or real details. Total junk. My feed’s getting flooded with memes and wild theories. People saying everything from heart attack to some rare virus.
The Breakthrough Call
Remembered my buddy Mike works grounds crew at a club where Phil practiced last month. Took a shot. Called him up, phone almost buzzing out of my hand.
Mike sounds spooked. “Yeah man, heard chatter in the caddie shack. Not heart stuff or anything viral.” He paused. “Insiders think it’s exhaustion plus dehydration. Brutal schedule lately. But club higher-ups are whispering ‘vertigo relapse.’”
- Key point #1: No life-threatening crisis. Zero ambulances or ER trips.
- Key point #2: Insiders stressed this wasn’t new – Phil’s managed vertigo before.
- Key point #3: Team was furious leaks happened before official word.
My Own Health Freakout
Here’s where it got real. Halfway through typing notes on Mike’s call, my own phone rang like crazy. It was my doctor’s office. “We need you to come back in ASAP. Blood work shows something.” Felt ice water down my spine. Turned into this full-blown panic mode – heart racing, sweating buckets. Mickelson’s scare suddenly wasn’t just news; it felt like my own.
Sat there with shaky hands trying to call the clinic back. Went straight to voicemail. Three times. Tried scheduling online – system crashed. Everything felt like it was collapsing. Ended up driving 40 minutes through traffic just to show up unannounced and demand answers. My head was spinning worse than Phil’s rumored vertigo.
The Stupid Resolution
Turns out? Lab tech messed up labeling my sample with someone else’s thyroid results. Doctor apologized like ten times while I sat there feeling both relieved and completely stupid for melting down. Later that night, Mickelson’s camp finally confirmed it was severe dehydration. Not vertigo. Not cardiac. Just needed fluids and rest.
Point is, seeing “#PhilSick” blasted everywhere while waiting for my own potentially scary results was brutal. Gossip travels faster than facts. My own wake-up call from the universe: maybe ease up on those 6AM golf sessions before coffee. And for god’s sake, hydrate.
