The last blog was not for you. It was for me to get something off my chest. I needed to say it, couldn't hold it in any longer. So, it makes no sense to you, but it's not always about you...sometimes it's about me (almost every time it's not about Silas, it's about me...)
This one is for you.
Last week, amid drowning in depo summaries and having child care issues because my child care went missing (eventually to re-surface, don't worry), I was also panicking that my appendix was about to burst. Why? Google.
I obsessively self-diagnose. My belly button was hurting, so I googled "belly button pain" and google told me that I needed to go to the hospital immediately. Work and motherhood and financial concerns would not allow me to go to the hospital immediately, so I constantly braced myself to collapse on the floor with a burst appendix.
My belly button pain has since vanished completely. So, it was probably just from being kicked in the stomach repeatedly by my stompy son.
A couple of years ago, my best friend, Christen, banned me from WebMD because I kept self-diagnosing myself with deadly diseases. For a while, I obliged, and then the neurosis overwhelmed me, and I started cheating by bypassing WebMD and plugging my symptoms into Google. That way I could keep my promise and still stress and worry and panic until my symptoms went away or a doctor confirmed that I was actually fine.
The internet is a dangerous place, people.
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i don't know what to say.....
ReplyDeleteeveryday you have to make the choice to avoid temptations, and apparently web symptom searching is your crack. I'll be your sponsor. call when you feel the need to google