My life is fairly mundane, I work, sleep, eat, go out occasionally. I live a pretty healthy lifestyle apart from the excessive cigarettes but I am a constant hypochondriac. My brain imagines that every part of my body is falling into tiny pieces. I have found a swollen gland, I obviously have lymphoma. My stomach is constantly bloated, I must have ovarian cancer/ be pregnant/ some other very unlikely thing. The thing is, is my dad has had cancer very recently and now, rather than have developed an addiction to anything interesting as a coping mechanism, I appear to have become addicted to hypochondria. The worst thing is, I won't go to the doctors. EVER. Full stop.
Yess silly Fiddes. You are most likely not ill, but maybe one day you should visit a nice doctor like the one in that letter.
ReplyDeleteYou are like the tobacconist in Amelie. She is a hypochondriac but I love her for it, it makes good viewing.