Hypochondriac? No...

Happy Tuesday lovelies!

I was watching the movie 'The Switch' last week and when it came to the 'hypochondria' part - I laughed out loud and then casually nodded my head because I knew that I had a lot in common with this little kid.







Growing up, my parents always called me 'dramatic' - not in the crazy kind of way, but in the quirky way (if that's a thing). I don't like going to the doctor, so my issue is that I Google my symptoms when I notice something different.



It's not as dramatic as finding a mole on my arm and googling it - I mean, come on... I've got some street cred. It's mainly if I have an upset stomach every day for 4-6 months and I diagnose myself as being lactose intolerant - this is a true story, and it was 100% accurate. Most of the time, I can actually figure out what is wrong with me. However, sometimes it can go in the opposite direction. Like the time that I thought I had finger cancer. I legitimately thought that I had finger cancer... and it went a little something like this.

When I was in University, I worked part time at a pet store (pretty sure that isn't even relevant to this story). One day while I was working, I discovered a lump on my finger. It wasn't sore, but it looked pretty bad to me, and I couldn't figure out what it was. I let it slip my mind but monitored it for a few days. After 3-4 days I decided that it must be something serious, so I Googled different possibilities and came up with the conclusion that I had finger cancer. 'Finger cancer' didn't have a lot of medical research yet, but it was determined that it was caused by the 'overuse' of the track-pad on laptops. Guys, the finger that had cancer was the finger that I used on my laptop's track-pad. This was the obvious answer.

I called my mom from work (seriously), told her that I loved her and that I was dying. She laughed it off (rude) and told me that I wasn't dying - I explained the severity of my finger cancer to her, but it was a lost cause. It was a definite no go, she wasn't having it. I told her that I'd probably die before I got to come home for Christmas, but she really didn't care. Since my mom obviously didn't care - I showed my finger to my boss and explained my Google findings. The entire time I spoke, this was the look she gave me:


Alas, nobody believed me - and after 5-6 days the bump went away and so did my thoughts of finger cancer.
Just to be clear - I do not think that cancer is funny, nor do I think it's appropriate to joke about it. I legitimately thought I was dying, but that's obviously just because I am a hypochondriac was a 17 year old idiot.

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