In the past year, I’ve convinced myself that I had solar retinopathy, rhabdo, an abdominal aortic aneurysm, Lyme disease, appendicitis, and an abscessed tooth. (And that’s just a sampling of my would-be ailments.)
I have a sickness, all right. But it’s none of those things.
I’m a total hypochondriac—or, rather, a “cyberchondriac.” I’m addicted to Googling my random health symptoms, and for a few hours, I end up convincing myself that I’ve come down with conditions ranging from irritating to insidious (and usually unlikely)…
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