i am already a self-admitted germaphobe. i have found there are many others like me out there. with all the public hand sanitizers and clorox/lysol wipes supplied in grocery stores, it's no wonder why germaphobe addictions continue to be fed.
apparantly the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. so here it is, here i am taking the first step, here i am admitting i have a problem: i am a hypochondriac.i have reached this self-diagnosis from a myriad of experiences. sometimes when i get a really bad headache or migraine, i'm convinced that it could only be one of three things: 1. at any moment i'm going to have a brain aneurism, 2. i have had a tumor that has been undetected for months, or 3. my brain is swelling rapidly and without quick action, i will surely die. these headaches are typically accompanied with a quick phone call or text to my mom, and the conversations always take on the same kind of structure:
me: mom, i have a really bad headache. i think there's something wrong with me.
mom: i agree. there is something wrong with you.
me: no, really, i'm serious. i think there is something physically wrong with my head.
mom: yeah, i know. i'm serious, too. i think there's something wrong in your head, too.
(she clearly does not understand the severity of the situation; i could die at any moment.)
when i feel even the slightest bit warm, i take my temperature. when i have a sore throat, i inspect my tonsils with a flashlight for redness or infection. when i have a really severe stomach ache, i make sure it's not on the side where my appendix is (because it could have ruptured, you know).