Hypochondria !

Yo Mamma

Lately, I've come to the realization that I am a severe hypochondriac. Either that, or I'm really sick.

My thoughts have all been routed into this fearful dualism for some time now. Sometimes, I get the feeling that I am just completely rotten inside. I feel like it's only a matter of time before something serious happens, that requires medical attention, and then the secret will be out.

I can just imagine it...

I wake up one morning with severe abdominal pain. I can hardly stand up. The doctor diagnoses me with appendicitis. Immediate surgery is a must. I am rushed to the operating room. The surgeon opens me up, and boom.

Everything is black inside. All of my internal organs are black and rotten. The surgeon almost retches at the sight. Everyone in the room is collectively amazed that I am even still alive. Cancer has eaten everything to the point that any day now, it could all just stop.

All of those times that I felt deeply sick, but just wrote it off as delusional thinking, I was really sick. I could have went to the doctor so many times, but I always denied everything. Now, it's too late. I'm as good as dead. I shudder to think what even an experienced surgeon would do in that situation.

...or maybe I'm just imagining all of it.

Back to reality: I am not a healthy person. Don't write this off as some insane hypochondriac rambling by a freak who exercises constantly, in fear of death. I am obviously unhealthy. But there's a difference between being out of shape and being terminally ill. I am a glutton, but I could survive for many more years being the over-indulgent person that I am now. I can accept that. But every now and then, I get that twinge of pain or discomfort inside my body that's so new and foreign, that I freak out, wondering "what the **** was that?!". It's those times when I start wondering if I'm completely black inside.

Although this could all stem from my weekend in Amsterdam where I, shall wed say, over indulged a bit too much

Either way, hypochondriac or not, I still live in fear.

the fnj

Your just probably feeling guilty for living an unhealthy lifestyle.

I'm going to avoid climbing on my high horse and I also don't have a clue about your lifestyle but if your not getting any exercise you really should be.

I don't mean to the extreme like Jim Fix (the keep fit freak who died from a heart attack while jogging). But a bit of exercise two or three times a week is not the much if you were to do three hours a week you have one hundred and sixty eight to work with you would probably feel better mentally and physically.

Just my thoughts

Dr. Loon

I get strange pains and feel very odd after hard sessions, it's natural, if you jsut eat a bit healthy, drink plenty of water and try a bit of exercise you'll be cool. Although I do none of that, but I just don't give a b0llox, and I'm not trying to be flippant or cool in saying that. I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, I know it's not a healthy lifestlye, but it's fun.....

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SantaHoe

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Yo Mamma:
Lately, I've come to the realization that I am a severe hypochondriac. Either that, or I'm really sick.
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Although this could all stem from my weekend in Amsterdam</font>

Yeah, the drugs will do that to you alright. :P
"Eh oh, I think my kidneys are bleeding again..."

If you're that worried about your health, go to your GP and get a check-up... peace of mind.