My Hypochondriosis

I am sick right now, which means I’ve been pacing around for the seven days that I’ve been sick worrying that something very serious is wrong with me. Of course everyone in my family has been sick, and I clearly just have a cold; but in the past few days I’ve self-diagnosed myself with tuberculosis, pneumonia, bronchitis, and lung cancer.

I’m sure all of you are like “well if you are so concerned, why not go to the doctor?” The truth is that I have fallen down that trap before, only to be laughed out of the office for being so stupid. Finally I forced myself into a “wait and see” approach – if it goes longer than two weeks, whatever it is, then I’ll go. I also have a great disdain for people that overuse their physicians, and I really dislike putting medications into my body. So wait and see it is, and while I wait I pace.

After the fact, I always get great entertainment out of the bizarre things I agonize over in my head. Typically it isn’t as cut and dry as “I have a cough, I must have pneumonia.” No, no faithful blog followers – my paranoias run very close to my impending psychosis. In fact, I’m sure once you read all of them, you’ll be starting a petition of some sort to get me to the psych ward.


I Have a Headache

Most people get a headache and think they had a hard day at work, or they have been sitting in a room full of screaming kids for too long. Some people are a little more paranoid and assume they are developing a brain tumor.

I worry that I’m going to learn that I have a twin conjoined to the back of my neck that I am only now learning about.

I Have an Itchy Chest

Usually my chest gets itchy if one of two things is going on: either I’ve gotten sunburned on my upper chest (around my collar bone); or, I’ve dropped too many crumbs down my bra and my boobs are tickled.

Regardless, I never go to find the crumbs first, or check for aloe vera in the medicine cabinet. Well, at least I never used to – up until recently, I thought that an itchy chest meant I was growing another nipple.

I Have a Stomach Ache

I assume I’m pregnant.

I Feel Like I’m Going to Throw Up

I assume I’m pregnant.

I’m Having Mood Swings

I assume I’m pregnant.

I Have Cramps

I assume I’m pregnant and that shit’s gone ectopic.

I Have a Bad Taste In My Mouth After Eating Garlic-y Food

Completely forgetting about what I’ve eaten in the course of the same day, after eating garlic-y, onion-y, or any other mouth-tasting-of-nightmare food, I get a taste in my mouth that is horrid and just assume this means my taste buds are all dying in some rare, dramatic taste bud death disease.

I Straighten My Hair and Find Two or Three Strands on the Floor

Ignoring my incredibly thick head of hair; hair that has been described as “three times the amount a normal person has;” when I find a few strands on the floor after pulling hairs out with my hair straightener, I then obsess over whether or not I’m going bald.

And then there was that one time I thought I was developing crotch rot…

By “crotch rot” I can only assume that I’m talking about bacterial vagi-whatever-it’s-called; or maybe a yeast infection. I don’t know, I’ve never had either. Sure, I’ve had my share of bladder infections where flames shot out of my urethra and burned the ground beneath me, but the problems that inspire ladies to shove yogurt up their hoo-has have never been an issue for me.

At least not yet.

But there was that one time that I got two bladder infections in the course of three months. It ended up being all about using the wrong antibiotic the first time, and what my doctor so eloquently referred to as “honeymooner cystitis.” But I was so freaked out about the fact that the two infections were so close together that I ran the whole gamut of vaginal doomsday scenarios through my head.

“I must be getting crotch rot!” I thought to myself. That morphed into “oh my God, my cooter is going to smell like musty, old lady.” Then I spent almost an entire week trying to figure out if I could have caught chlamydia or some other venereal disease from a public toilet – that’s right, faithful blog followers, I thought that I had contracted a sexually transmitted infection through four layers of toilet seat coverings.

Because yes, I do place four toilet seat covers on the top of a public toilet. Sometimes I layer the seat at home too, depending on how many people have been hanging out around my house without me cleaning it. Don’t you?

So you can see that I’m a little paranoid on matters of health. Well, I’m not really paranoid, so much as I am a hypochondriac. And maybe I’m not even so much of a hypochondriac either as I am just insane.

Now I have to get back to nursing my cold-slash-TB-slash-double pneumonia-slash-insert lung disease here. Because now my conjoined twin is starting to make the back of my head hurt again and I need to go Google that shit to find out how to get it removed.


  1. Cheryl

    I stumbled upon your blog by accident about 3 days ago and I absolutely love it!!!!! Its like the best book I’ve ever read but the nicest part is that as long as you continue to blog, there will be no last page.

  2. soselfindulgent

    Your cramps one is fucking hilarious.

  3. Quirky Chrissy

    When I have a headache, I think I have MS. When I am dizzy, I think I have MS. When I lose feeling in my toes because my shoes are too tight, I definitely have MS. Or diabetes. When I am hungry and crabby, I have diabetes. When I am lethargic, I have diabetes. Or Cancer. When a body part hurts, I have a tumor. Which is cancer. (and when I was really little, I thought that my night sweats meant I had AIDS.) I feel ya.

  4. Enchanted Seashells

    I have two thoughts, one, I’m totally laughing so hard, and I hope you get better soon, and two, TMI !!!!

  5. Kristin

    Hahaha. You are so strange. Pretty hilarious too though!!

  6. modeejae

    Sorry you’re sick but thanks for making me laugh! The musty old lady part reminded me of the time I found “deodorizing suppostories” in my mother-in-law’s freezer. o_O Disturbing to say the very least…

  7. alyssaoursler

    Love this. I’m the exact same way. And then I google all my symptoms and think I have cancer and also think I’m a hypochondriac.

  8. UndercoverL

    I am laughing until I am crying and my poor daughter (who is throwing a world-class fit) thinks I am laughing at her. She just launched herself at my with her teeth bared. You’ve caused emotional trauma, Heather.

    Too funny. I need to go wash my hands now. 😉

  9. Stacy

    Oh, you’ve got nothing on me, when it comes to hypochondria! What my poor husband has to put up with…

  10. samssocial

    Haha, I love this. I thought it was just me who did this. Never worried bout being pregnant though; well maybe worried bout a girl I’ve been seeing being pregnant. New to your blog today. Love it.

  11. wittymomwriter

    I’m reading this from the tiny screen of my Blackberry in the middle of the night, and I literally laughed out loud. I’ll probably read it again in the morning and laugh again because of my obvious early-onset alheimer’s symptoms. My favorite part was when you had cramps and immediately thought you were pregnant and “that shit’s gone ectopic.” Oh and “vaginal doomsday scenarios” and “flames shot out of your urethra and burned the ground beneath you”. I’m going to force my friendship on you.

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