The first stage of getting better is acceptance. I am a hypochondriac. I’ll say it again, I am a hypochondriac. I have been convinced I’ve had everything from bird flu to a brain tumor. I cannot tell you the amount of times I’ve asked one of my friends to feel my head to check for a fever.
Most recently, I was convinced I contracted Chikungunya in the Caribbean while on Spring Break. I wasn’t quite sure of the symptoms but within an hour of getting a mosquito bite I was running a fever, had a headache, body aches, and stomach pains.
So for those of you who have never been a hypochondriac I will take you through a typical episode.
11:00 a.m. – You hear someone mention that something is going around such as the flu and you immediately start to hyperventilate.
1:00 p.m. Someone coughs next to you in the elevator and you can’t help but think they are infected and you make a face similar to this:
1:30 p.m. You start to feel sick because that person coughed next to you and your mind thinks back to what you heard earlier that day.
2:00 p.m. You Google your symptoms only to be told that you’re most definitely going to die within the next few hours.
4:00 p.m. You tell your friends what you think you have and they look at you like:
6:00 p.m. As the day progresses, you convince yourself you’re getting sicker and sicker until you’re in bed like:
12 a.m. By the time you get into bed, you’re sure this is the end.
10:00 a.m. You wake up perfectly fine and realize you were being ridiculous.
11:00 a.m. That is until the next time someone coughs in the elevator …
I know I’m crazy sometimes, but that’s the daily struggle of a hypochondriac. Have your family or friends told you that you are a hypochondriac? Share one of your stories below!