Hypo

My beloved friend Jeff was a rather serious hypochondriac and he'd be convinced that every malady was life-threatening, even if it was something like a splinter. In college it would make me laugh to watch him freak out at every sneeze, sure that it was SARS or monkey-pox. He was someone who should have never been allowed to watch any medical shows or movies.
Confession: I'm a hypochondriac too. Just about the wrong things. Like when I had the whooping cough back at the beginning of 2006 I was convinced it wasn't something serious and that some orange juice and rest would cure me right up until I stopped being able to breathe (btw I just went back and read that post...it has a lot of crap in it. Kelly Clarkson, Burt Reynolds and my decision to apply to Windy Gap...wow).
But then I could have a sore throat and I'll be convinced that I'm having an allergic reaction and that my throat is closing and that I need an EpiPen right at that moment. So odd. I just don't want to live in medical fear.
I should probably find a way to balance that out, recognize the serious and the benign before my arm falls off from leprosy and I'm convinced it's just a cramp.