A Wednesday Evening
I’ve got to stop smoking. Hypochondriacs and cigarettes do not mix. And I am a hypochondriac.
I've been awful light-headed when I stand, and I've suffered from several grueling, intense headaches. Mum says it's the new ocd medication I'm on, but I believe it's cancer. This is pretty ironic, because my medication is supposed to discard my anxiety, modify my brain chemistry, but here I am. More anxious than ever. Facing these supposed side affects and dealing with them in the only way I know how; obsessions and compulsions.
God, please don't let me have cancer. I'll never smoke again... well... maybe once a week- but that's it! I hate when I get like this.
Every bodily dysfunction or oddity is a tumor in the mind of a hypochondriac, every headache the beginnings of cancer, blood is my Ebola.
If a disease doesn't kill me, my paranoia certainly will. Every time.
I've been awful light-headed when I stand, and I've suffered from several grueling, intense headaches. Mum says it's the new ocd medication I'm on, but I believe it's cancer. This is pretty ironic, because my medication is supposed to discard my anxiety, modify my brain chemistry, but here I am. More anxious than ever. Facing these supposed side affects and dealing with them in the only way I know how; obsessions and compulsions.
God, please don't let me have cancer. I'll never smoke again... well... maybe once a week- but that's it! I hate when I get like this.
Every bodily dysfunction or oddity is a tumor in the mind of a hypochondriac, every headache the beginnings of cancer, blood is my Ebola.
If a disease doesn't kill me, my paranoia certainly will. Every time.