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Home / Etcetera / Another Re-Post. This Time About My Hypochondria

Another Re-Post. This Time About My Hypochondria

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The reason I’m re-posting this is because I’ve noticed my hypochondria is waning. I don’t know if this is because I’m too tired to go to the doctor or if I have some kind of brain tumor, but I’m worried.

 

I’m the kind of person who goes to the doctor and then tries to resolve every single medical concern I’ve had over the year. No matter if I’m at the appointment for gout, I’ll also ask if it’s weird my nose has grown two sizes in six months, what’s up with my butt, why I’m so gassy, should my hair be so thin, what’s this on my elbow, should this thing be infected, and can I get a prescription for wine. The really strong behind-the-counter kind.

 

It’s a very charming trait I have. Some people call it hypochondria.

 

I’ve gone to the same doctor’s office for about 10 years, and while the doctors come and go, my patient file has outlasted them all and is encyclopedia thick. I’m sure there’s a large red “HYPOCHONDRIAC” stamp on every page. I keep trying to distract the nurse who carries my file around so she’ll leave it in the doctor’s office and I can page through it. I’m especially looking forward to the page where I thought I had Lou Gehrig’s Disease.

 

All this is to say that each time I go to the doctor and ask my million questions and have my billion health concerns addressed, there’s always the one thing I didn’t ask that turns out to be an issue. For instance, one time I went to the doctor and after all the “my joints hurt,” “I think my knee is going bad,” “How’s my heart?” “Is this a blood clot?” and “This mole looks especially mole-y”lamenting, my doctor said “What’s this?” Looking down, I realized she meant my belly button. “Oh!” I said non-hypochondriactedly, “That’s my belly button. It popped out after my second pregnancy and never went back in. So, is my left arm longer than my right?”

 

“That’s not a belly button,” she said. “It’s a hernia.”

 

“My belly button is a hernia?” I gasped.

 

“No, Your belly button is a belly button. This other belly button is a hernia.”

 

So stuff like that happens.

 

The other day I went to the doctor again. As I regaled her for hours with tales of sore stomachs and adult acne, she doodled in my medical file. Finally, she asked me to disrobe for my “well woman” exam. I kept talking as she got to my chest. “And then I ate an orange and ingested a part of the peel. Will I get Vitamin C poisoning? There’s hair in my throat. Will it embed in my larynx and grow more hairs? How long can I survive a hairy larynx?”

 

“What’s this?” She asked, stopping at my right boob.

 

“Oh God what?” I asked back, thinking that maybe it finally happened. My armpit was now a boob.

 

“This mass.” She said, fingering something massive. “It’s about the size of a pea.”

 

“Oh my GOD, oh my God, oh my God. I TOLD you I probably had something!”

 

“You could have been more specific than I have ‘everything.’”

 

“How long do I have?” In my head, I’d already started making videos to my kids.

 

“Just get it checked out. We need to be proactive given your history.”

 

I admit I cried a little. I mean, I thought I was so on top of everything that happened to and inside my body.

 

“Does my massive boob have anything to do with the twitching?” I blubbered.

 

So now I’m going in for a blood test to see if my muscles are withering.

 

Thankfully the boob is OK.

 

It’s the Lou Gehrig’s Disease/hair tumor I worry about now.

 

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  1. Me says

    February 4, 2012 at 11:11 am

    This had me in stitches – STITCHES. I had to pull myself up off the desk from laughter to continue reading.

    I’m right there with you.

    Reply
  2. Jennifer says

    February 4, 2012 at 11:11 am

    I don’t ask as many questions as I should when I go to the Drs. I’m either afraid to know or don’t think of them til I get home.
    Yay for the healthy you. There is no dumb questions when it comes to your health.

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  3. Jennifer says

    February 4, 2012 at 5:21 pm

    My daughter is a hypochondriac, just like my grandmother was. Sometimes it is pretty funny. The good part of it is that she LOVES to go to the doctor. She always has.

    Reply
  4. Amberr Meadows says

    February 5, 2012 at 6:04 pm

    You are a trip! Had me laughing so much I scared the dog. I am glad the boob is okay. I bet that was truly frightening.

    Reply
  5. Sarah says

    February 6, 2012 at 1:20 pm

    I would be laughing if I wasn’t also empathizing with you. I went through a bout like that back when I was in nursing school and was learning about all kind of scary ailments. Now that I have my son I spend most of my time worrying about him.

    Reply
  6. Lance says

    February 6, 2012 at 9:04 pm

    I don’t need hypocondria because all of the women I live with and my sister in law have it.

    I never mention being tired around my sis in law. She’ll tell me it;s the cancer or ebola or something terminal.

    Reply
  7. Brandi says

    February 6, 2012 at 10:40 pm

    OH MY GOSH! HAHAHA! I am laughing SO hard! My aunt is a doctor….can you imagine how bad it is for ME…um…HER? She has stopped answering all of my calls, she now screens them. ROFL

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  8. Sarah says

    February 7, 2012 at 5:39 am

    Holy hell you are funny. Totally relate, but I don’t go to a Dr. (no health insurance plus totally lazy), so I just Google. That is always very rewarding. ;)

    Glad your boob is OK!

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  9. heidi says

    February 7, 2012 at 10:15 am

    This is funny!! I’m glad you’re okay, though. And your boob too.:)

    Reply
  10. Jessica @FoundtheMarbles says

    February 7, 2012 at 11:56 am

    That was hilarious. No wonder why doctors come and go from that practice…

    Reply

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