Diary of a hypochondriac

So apparently it is a well known fact in our family that I am a hypochondriac. As in a person who thinks they have diseases that they don't really have. I know, right, crazy. My husband is the leading eye roller in the life long debate. And I thought that maybe he was the crazy one, that is until I asked him what the symptoms for lyme disease are. There are apparently ticks like there are ants around here. So the first week I kept thinking that every red bump was a tick bite and that I had lyme disease. That's when it kind of hit me that I MIGHT have a problem (although you will be sorry if I get lyme disease). In my defense when looking it up the statistic is that 3 million people have this in the US. So I am not alone, although I don't think i have it. So I thought I would share with you the thoughts of a "hypochondriac".

First of all, I don't think I have every disease, I am open to the possibility that I could have any disease. Some people call that paranoid. I call that humility. I am not above any sickness! Maybe I have a tapeworm. I do eat a lot of sushi. Makes sense. It's possible for me to have West Nile, there are a lot of mosquito's in the world, and occasionally they bite me. Ring worm is also a possibility, I've petted dogs before. Do you see how I can arrive at those educated guesses? Sure there are times where I wish I could jump into the ocean and not worry about getting swimmers ear or hepatitis, but that is just not me. I will never be the girl who can eat at a restaurant with a C in good conscious. And sure you might say I've never lived and you might look at my life and feel a little sorry for me. But the truth is when you have diarrhea from that burrito you ate at that food truck, or when you get influenza from the port a potty, I'll be the one laughing (not really, ill bring you soup).