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Deborah Young
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I'm a political analyst and cultural voyeur & usually write about when those two things merge. I'm an amateur mother, a professional reader and excel in generalized anxiety, although sadly there is very little reimbursement for that particular skill. And of course, I love books & dogs.

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AUGUST 13, 2009 12:35PM

Hypochondria & other life annoyances

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I asked for a defibrillator for Christmas.

I wanted to hang it in the kitchen so when I go into cardiac arrest somebody could grab it, apply it to my chest and shock me back into life so I can live to enjoy another New Years. Unfortunately I just read that statistically, most people go into cardiac arrest when they are alone, so it doesn't do much good to have a defibrillator at home. How much does that suck? And that's just the type of statistic to give me heart palpitations.

I drive around with liquid benadryl in the glove compartment and my beach bag, in case anyone gets stung and goes into anaphalactic shock. Bee stings? Got it. Portuguese Man-O-War? Got it. Peanuts? Got it.

I know which chairs to throw myself over if I choke on food when I'm home alone. I chew very well, just in case. I eye my obese neighbors with trepidation. Are they going to have a heart attack when we're chatting and I'll have to apply CPR? Do I remember enough to do it well? Do I have to put my mouth on their mouth? [yes.]

I should have my moles checked out annually. I can't tell if they look irregular or not. Can you take a look? What do you think?

[Don't stare directly into an eclipse! You want to go blind?] An old friend of mine, years ago took ecstacy and went to the desert and stared at the sun all day. She became legally blind and couldn't work anymore. How's that for a lifestyle change?

hypochondria

I'm concerned I might end up with lung cancer from the 3.5 years I smoked cigarettes. Or perhaps I lived in a house with radon gas for years and didn't know it.

I'm worried I might drop dead of an aneurysm. 2 years ago I voted for a candidate for mayor, he was a doctor. Two months ago he was driving alone at night and called 911. Aneurysm. Died that night.

My friends sister had a tiny spot under her toenail. It was irritating. The doctors at Kaiser told her it was nothing. Didn't do a biopsy. Finally 2 years later my friend insisted that her sister demand a biopsy. It was melanoma. By then it had already spread throughout her body. She died last year.

E coli is deadly. Make sure and cook your food well. Why do I suspect restaurant employee's never wash their hands after using the restroom?

Two of my work colleagues found lumps in their breasts. Their doctors told them they were cysts [Kaiser again]. They both died of breast cancer within 5 years.

My fathers best friends and neighbors? The wife started having symptoms of shortness of breath. For 3 long years she slowly died an agonizing death involving her lungs. To this day, the doctors don't know what it was. They couldn't even name it. Just gave her oxygen. She died at home.

I want to fall asleep after eating lunch and dinner...do I have diabetes? Will I get diabetes?

If I move to Colorado, won't I get altitude sickness?

Swine Flu. Need I say anything more?

Statistically, most heart attacks happen on Mondays.

Xanax anyone?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Oh boy, Deborah, can I relate to that! My father was an MD, an alarmist and a hypochondriac, so whenever my sister or I got sick, it was always life-threatening. Every headache was a brain tumor, every stomache ache, cancer etc. You can imagine how that affected 2 kids.

I actually wrote a novel about this "What's Wrong with Dorfman?," published by St. Martin's Press. Tried to kill the demons. It didn''t work.

Rated
When I feel the need for self-induced anxiety, I just Google a few symptoms. Et voila! A plethora of things to prompt suspicion, arouse anxiety, and remind me that there is no escape. Altho maybe if I get deadly prolonged insomnia coupled with a good fugue state, I won't care!
Oh, we all die. We just need to enjoy life as much as we possibly can. Say I love you alot. And always be ready to give a hug.

My problem is with invisible things like germs. If I start thinking about how our food is packaged...Ack! Don't get me started on bugs. Did you know we eat spiders in our sleep? Gross!!!
Several years ago, I could tell that I was starting to slide into being a hypochondriac. It was awful, and I had to make a real concerted effort to get out of that way of thinking. Now, I think I've gone too far the other way, so maybe reading this helped to balance me out a little!
Deborah I don't think what you're talking about is hypochondria...you're just over cautious.
Don't worry. When we croak we croak.
If you live in Honolulu Hi! The Seagull!
Watch out!
Birds drop tortoise shells on Your heads.
If Ya get a breeze from Havana You choke.
Illegal cigars smoke from Capital Hill kills.
When it's time to go Ya number is up. huh?
I love North Shore. Love is blind to behind.
Soot from oil airplanes will get you one day.
Quit the worry. Wear pink conical party hats.
You should have posted a warning at the beginning of this post that stated what one might get from reading it..! (Goes off to check label of Advil)
Fear is nothing more than a reaction to a non-action. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta call Richard Lewis and tell him about you.
I practice the Heimlich maneuver as often as possible, usually on complete strangers who aren't choking.
Loved the read. Rated.

There's an old blues song--maybe something to do with Eubie Blake--the title of which is "A Little Bug'll Get Ya." The basic message is that death is inevitable. How's that for profundity?
What about the voices inside my head?
John: At least your father was an M.D.! That would calm me down a bit. Sounds like a good blog you should write for us.
Mypsyche: Catatonia would also work.
GG: Really? Did you have to tell me the bit about the spiders?!
Jeanette: Always glad to help out.
OEsheepdog: thanks for understanding.
ArthurJames: am shopping for pink conical party hats today! [I can't get cancer from them, can I?]
Cartouche: sorry - forgot to warn you - you might catch hypochondria!
Mr. Mustard: I'm writing that out and looking at it all day. You may have cured me!
littlewillie: Excellent idea. Mind if I steal it?
GordonO: now I'm depressed again.
O'Really: That's another blog, my friend, another blog.

And does wine cause breast cancer? Just another worry...
i think i developed four ailments reading this post. and you reminded me i'm out of benadryl...
I know Cindy, life is hard. [sigh].
You may want to know that there is an itsy-bitsy pill that cures ALL these symptoms, and all the others that you may become aware of in the future. A doctor once prescribed this pill to a patient who complained that…

"Doctor, I am suffering from a terrible and shameful incontinence. It drives me insane! Is there a cure?
"Of course there is. Take these pills three times a day and come back for a checkup in two weeks.
[ two weeks later ]
"Doctor, this is a miracle! I am so happy!
"Ah, so your incontinence is gone...
"No, it is exactly the same as it was before. BUT WHO CARES!?
But Galaxy man - what is it? Valium?
oh wow, deborah. this is a great piece. there are so many people like you. i learned how to heimlick myself in public by falling on a chair so that one is cool and within reason. i'm sorry that you're so tormented by this. it's easy to feel this way when so many around you are sick or have been and died. the big lesson seems to be to get a second opinion, especially for breast stuff. just in general, i guess. does having all of these devices and such in place lessen the anxiety at all? i know you know that i know all about anxiety as an agoraphobic. thank god that all i fear is people. :) love lvoe lvoe
I don't think it's Valium, Deborah. Maybe it is humor, laughter, irony, a plain old joke. Being a full-time agonizer myself I liked your post a lot for its long list of colorful worries and its classic opening line. My version would have started with these words: "When human civilization collapses…". And I really mean it...

On the other hand, who can avert that collapse? So let's have a good laugh :-)
Distant relative succumbed to tetanus. Family legend blames a rose thorn. Where gloves when smelling roses, I guess.
so many things can be cured with purell, windex and migraine medication. I carry that stuff everywhere......

asthma is kind of new for me, so everytime I can't breath I think I'm having a heart attack. so now I just reach for the chocolate.....

right there with you D!
I worry a lot more about stuff now that I'm old enough to have some sense. Ignorance is bliss. Now we all know too much.
Yes, per your comments on my blog, this post is more alarming than my post on a potential India/China nuclear war.