elevator to health
If "hyperhypochondriac" isn't an actual word, it should be. What other word could describe me so well? Sure, there's being a plain old hypochondriac--but that doesn't quite fit. See, a hypochondriac tends to freak and worry about things that aren't there or diseases she isn't likely to come down with. I tend to freak out at every single new symptom, fearing that it's something new to be diagnosed and given a prescription for. But as you all well know, I have my reason and it's a damn good one: Lots of those symptoms have been indicators of things that need to be diagnosed and treated. And diseases and illnesses are like tattoos or potato chips: few have just one. So every time I experience pain or a feeling I haven't had before, I think, "Fuck, what now?" and mentally run through a list of possible diseases. So I call myself a hyperhypochondriac, even if that word isn't in Stedman's Medical Dictionary yet.
But here's the weird thing: You'd think that someone like me, who worries about getting sicker and curses her compromised immune system, would have totally freaked out about the Swine Flu. But I didn't. There's facemasks and antibacterial everything everywhere I go, it's always in the news, and people around me are worried and concerned--but I'm calm and a little annoyed about the whole thing. Don't know why, I just was.
But then, I got a sore throat. And I lost my appetite. And my nose was running. And I was a little hot and sweating. And dad said that he hoped I didn't have that flu thing. And someone fainted on a bus. And the ad up above her was about protecting yourself from the swine flu. As I got off the bus, I started to freak: not because I was worried about having the infamous flu, but because I was worried about possibly missing out on my trip because of it. Knowing me, I would come down with something just before leaving town for fun. That's how these things work, right?
Actually, no. I have a summer cold. I lose my appetite more often than I lose my keys around the apartment. It's also kinda hot outside. And who knows why that woman fainted? Hell, I'm surprised more people don't faint on the bus. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I don't have the Swine Flu. I'm still calm and annoyed, only at myself this time.
But here's the weird thing: You'd think that someone like me, who worries about getting sicker and curses her compromised immune system, would have totally freaked out about the Swine Flu. But I didn't. There's facemasks and antibacterial everything everywhere I go, it's always in the news, and people around me are worried and concerned--but I'm calm and a little annoyed about the whole thing. Don't know why, I just was.
But then, I got a sore throat. And I lost my appetite. And my nose was running. And I was a little hot and sweating. And dad said that he hoped I didn't have that flu thing. And someone fainted on a bus. And the ad up above her was about protecting yourself from the swine flu. As I got off the bus, I started to freak: not because I was worried about having the infamous flu, but because I was worried about possibly missing out on my trip because of it. Knowing me, I would come down with something just before leaving town for fun. That's how these things work, right?
Actually, no. I have a summer cold. I lose my appetite more often than I lose my keys around the apartment. It's also kinda hot outside. And who knows why that woman fainted? Hell, I'm surprised more people don't faint on the bus. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I don't have the Swine Flu. I'm still calm and annoyed, only at myself this time.