I look at the Facebook status updates of friends who have the stomach flu and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. I’m around someone with a cough or a sore throat and I immediately assume I will be afflicted with their ailment. My husband sometimes rolls his eyes at me when I “diagnose” myself with some new possible illness. Even more so when I’m trying some new “hippy” cure to tackle the non-existent ailment I have diagnosed myself with.
I thought I would write this post to be funny… to officially bow out and say, “Yes dear, you were right about me being a bit of a hypochondriac”. Then I thought, why not be all scientific and stuff? Why not include a definition for hypochondriac in my posting? So here it is according to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary:
a person who is often or always worried about being ill
Oh my goodness! That’s totally me! Hey, wait a minute… does that make me even more of a hypochondriac? I’ve read the definition and now I’ve diagnosed myself as a hypochondriac?
Let’s dig a little deeper, shall we?
According to Wikipedia, Hypochondria is:
excessive preoccupancy or worry about having a serious illness. This debilitating condition is the result of an inaccurate perception of the condition of body or mind despite the absence of an actual medical condition.
Okay, it’s not debilitating but sometimes I freak out over a pain or a funny mole and my brain doesn’t go: “Hmmm, let’s go get that checked out” but rather it jumps to: “I don’t want to go to the doctor because what if it’s a serious disease?” I obsess for a while and then I chill out until there’s a new pain or a new mole.
As I said, I wrote this post to be funny but it turns out my husband is right. I am a bit of a hypochondriac. I think it’s time to pray about this one… because little did I know, I let this fear of illness creep into my life. It’s time to put an end to it.