I used to be a hypochondriac. I’d just be worried, all day, every day. Y’know like; I have a fever and my neck hurts? Bacterial meningitis. Headache for three days? Ruptured aneurysm. Chest hurt for a minute while I was running three miles? Incoming heart attack! Not a fun way to live.
I knew for sure that I had hypochondria because I looked up the symptoms for it on WebMD. Which – they had a whole professionally made site listing symptoms and stuff but really, they could’ve just had a white page with big, black letters that said “If you’re here, you are.”
Convulsive Ravings 