My Own Brand of Hypochondria

I have taken to calling this month HypochonJuly due to the fact that I have decided to see 4 different doctors/specialists within a 9 day span. So I have decided to do this for a few different reason. 1) I am trying to take as little PTO days to do this so I scheduled appointments back to back 2) I finally have real people insurance and am very overdue for most of these 3) I have this constant nagging feeling in the back of my head that I am dying of some rare disease. So I don’t want to say that I have hypochondria because I don’t. At least I haven’t been clinically diagnosed but also, could a person who put off her annual checkup with her family doctor for 4 years really be considered a hypochondriac?? I don’t think so.

At the same time though, I would be lying if I said that I can’t watch the health part of the news anymore because every time a disease is brought up, I tend to think I have already caught it. And I tend to jump to the craziest conclusions when the littlest thing happens to my body. Like when I feel a tooth hurt a little bit and think I need a root canal. Or when my throat is sore and puffy and I think that my tonsils need to be drained of fluid. Or when wake up one morning with my eye stinging and think that I have an eye ulcer. Oh wait. All three of those things ACTUALLY happened to me. It’s crazy I know. WebMD is made fun of for making people misdiagnose themselves to something much more serious but it’s been right with me about 90% of the time. And because of these and many other hospital adventures, it probably why I am the way I am. I am so prone to the most obscure brands of illness and now I always assume the worse if coming. Which is not a bad way to prepare for the zombie apocalypse but I already packed my survival bag months ago and waiting around for it to just happen got too boring. Either way, I am now going to be poked and prodded by many a doctor and am prepared to be told that either nothing is wrong with me or everything is wrong everything. No matter what, I am prepared and mentally ready. So in conclusion, no I am not the traditional kind of hypochondria, I am my own kind. The one that suspects because it’s most likely true. The one that goes above and beyond because it’s actually necessary. The one that is never surprised at the doctor’s office. I never say “Really? I had no idea.” I tend to say ” Yeah, that sounds about right.” which just makes it easier on everyone involved in the situation at the end. Cause no matter what, surprises in life may be nice, but expectation of the worst has definitely kept me from having some potentially really horrible days. It’s all about perceptive and paranoia. The foundation to keeping you in check for the unexpected which I feel everyone can use a little more of in their life anyways.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,



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