“Ooo, that was brutal.” The woman in the white robe dropped into the chair. “Oh, it’s brutal alright,” the other woman in a white robe replies. “I don’t remember it being that brutal.” In a white robe, I glance up super quick and then back down to my journal. What was brutal?! It’s not my … Continue reading Oh the joys of womanhood, by a confessed hypochondriac.
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Doctor, must you belch and remove all doubt of your credibility?
Eleven days into July, not much to show for it, at least not that I remember. Time is like that for me now. If I don’t write things down, I have no memory of them; there are barely even blurry impressions. Once again, I’m in the throes of a sort-of bout of health anxiety. I … Continue reading Doctor, must you belch and remove all doubt of your credibility?
Test results…and a little challenge to you.
A couple of weeks ago, I had an ambulatory EEG to determine if my periods of spacing out and losing awareness are epileptic in nature. Out of three possible outcomes—normal, epileptic, or something really bad, the results were option 1: the test was fine. It may sound odd, but that wasn’t really my desired outcome. … Continue reading Test results…and a little challenge to you.
Waiting for test results ramble
Just a ramble. Diary crap. Proceed at your own risk. Halloween couldn’t be a better time for a 72-hr ambulatory EEG. Of the three people who dared to ask me why I had a scarf tied around my head, one thought I was supposed to be Grace Kelly, another thought I converted to a different … Continue reading Waiting for test results ramble
The pain in my ass is what makes me a pain in the ass.
People seem to be more open lately about invisible pain, sickness, disability, or mental illness. That’s a good thing. It means you don’t have to try to justify your existence as much. Maybe you could even share your problem with someone else (like your ever-so-compassionate boss!) and get a response that doesn't include a dirty … Continue reading The pain in my ass is what makes me a pain in the ass.
hypochondria. part 2. existential dread, suffering, and God.
At the height of my recent health hysteria, I realized that I am no way, at all, whatsoever, prepared to deal with a bad outcome. I didn’t even want to pray for help, as though asking God for strength would somehow jinx things or give him the idea to put me through a final trial. … Continue reading hypochondria. part 2. existential dread, suffering, and God.
hypochondria. part 1. what it is and how it is.
As a professional hypochondriac, I've come to two conclusions. First, how your problem becomes your identity. And second, how it forces you to look at life. I'll do this in two posts because they're different points. Firstly. This is what people don't understand about hypochondria. The problem is more complicated than just thinking you have … Continue reading hypochondria. part 1. what it is and how it is.
It’s the little things. I mean like really little.
I know they always day "Oh it's the little things in life that count," or that when bad things happen, they give you perspective on life. Yeah of course these are cliches. But then someone will happen to you and it'll knock your socks off how important that little thing was. Like waking up dry … Continue reading It’s the little things. I mean like really little.
Who the Hell Knows? 