The Life Of A Hypochondriac.

I have a problem....I am pretty sure I am the worlds biggest hypo ever! it seems like everyday, I have a new ache or pain and everyday, I convince myself that the previous mentioned ache and or pain is a symptom of a new deadly disease.

Examples you ask? well, if its a headache, right away, I have a tumor or am perhaps having an aneurysm. I'm probably not, but you can never be too sure, so I whine about it. Or if I find that I am losing a bit more hair than is normal during the course of a day, right away, its "Mom...I think I have scurvy again, It may be deadly this time" and to that she replies " You don't have scurvy, your just imagining it" and then I go on my merry little way. Until a little while later, I get a strange pain in my left arm, right away its "Mom, I think I am having a heart attack and or a stroke" and she replies "You are not having a heart attack or a stroke, you are just making yourself sick, stop it." and then usually follows it up with a smarmy comment about if I ate better, I wouldn' t have these problems. I think this all goes back to when I was younger, I had a bad headache and my older sister convinced me that I had a huge brain tumor and later convinced me I had prostate cancer (before I knew what a prostate was). Now, I know I don't have prostate cancer and I have come to the conclusion that my older sister is a dink, but I think the scurvy may be back again. Such is life, the life of a hypochondriac.