It started as a minor toothache. But after alot of research I'm now convinced that I have poison blood coursing through my system hurtling me towards a painful death. This morning while slurping coffee my partner threw the latest issue of THE ADVOCATE in front of me. He said, "Look, they wrote about you." It was neatly folded back to an article called It Hurts When I Click Here. A brief but insightful piece about diagnosing yourself via the internet. Yes, this is me. I do it all the time. And quite often I like to diagnose other people as well. He just got over a cold that I diagnosed as pneumonia. His feet were cold a couple of weeks ago...I told him it could be poor circulation due to diabetes. Whenever I or someone close to me gets an ailment I'm on the internet faster than you can say 'gesundheit'. When I start a new medication you'll see the pharmacy list of possible side effects close by. In my mind the word 'possible' becomes probable. I hate watching commercials for medications. You've seen them. They cover their legal asses by telling you that you could experience everything up to and sometimes including death. Often the possible adverse reactions sound worse than the reason you started the damn medicine to begin with. I always get a kick out of the ads for anti-depressants. "Tell your doctor if you experience depression or thoughts of suicide."....huh. So, now that I've made the first step in admitting I have a problem I will make a concerted effort to stay off the computer in regards to my health. This will be very difficult for me. Baby steps indeed. But if I do have a slip and revert back to my old behaviors at least I know I have a place I can research my paranoid delusions and probable obsessive-compulsive disorder. :-)
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