Almost all through my elementary and junior high years I was what you might want to call a Hypochondriac. I'm sure my poor parents just didn't know how to handle their perfectly healthy "sick" child.
I'm still not completely cured of my childhood irrationalities, but luckily as the years have gone by I've become somewhat desesitized to germs. On occasion I WILL open my own door in a public place (after taking a deep breath and just telling myself to get over it), and on my trip to New York I only used ONE whole bottle of hand sani (that's not a lot for me...)
So in all reailty, I AM getting better.
I found this comic that PERFECTLY describes how I usually feel (even to this day) about "being sick" or "diseased".... Oh how I love my health-life. (Due to copyright legalities, I do not own, nor did I create what you are about to read) :)
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As I'm sure is the case with many of you, I walk that thin line between hypochondriac and a normal level of concern about my health. So when I go through a terrifying medical saga only to come out the other side with a tentative diagnosis of "weird heart," I panic a little.
The past week has basically just been a string of moments in which I feel almost positive that I'm going to die.
I still don't know what is wrong with me, but I'm definitely not dead and I'm feeling a lot better, so that's good.
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