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I know I've said these words before, but I needed to read them again today to remind myself that...
I'm not a doctor, but I play one when I Google symptoms on the Internet. Self-diagnosis, it's as insane as reading through an 8-page list of possible prescription side effects--discovered in clinical trials--that could possibly attack my mind and body after ingesting the medicine. (If I wasn't feeling sick enough before taking the prescription, now for sure there's "No hope, no hope!")
When I'm not feeling well, instead of letting real medical tests and real doctors diagnosis the problem, first I look online. After checking boxes on the symptom checker: fatigue, headache, constantly thinking about eating Dove chocolate (the raspberry swirl flavor), excessive sweating, lower back pain and occasional disorientation (it's warm here in Sarasota and I've been outside doing a lot of gardening), I was presented with three possible diagnosis: insomnia, obesity, or an aortic dissection.
Worry-wart me, "I'll take aortic dissection for $500 Alex."
How silly is it all? But I'm not the only one. In the midst of telling a friend about my self-diagnosing, "Me too, me too," she confessed, "I did the same thing just last week." (My friend's a nurse.) Yes, if I stay plugged into the Internet long enough agonizing over ghastly possibilities, eventually, to quote Mark Twain, "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."
The possible medical ailments I can dream up are frightening. My legs and feet might become numb, I could be constipated for the rest of my life, or my index finger could suddenly turn purple and fall off in the middle of dinner. "No hope, no hope!" Face it, Suzanne, it's time to prepare a list for my dear husband: How to sort the laundry, passwords to all of my online accounts, be sure to give Newton (the neighbor's cat who stops by every night) a real good rub until he whimpers a "Thank you," and don't make a fuss when my time comes. Simply cremate me, throw my ashes on the garden and turn on the bubble machine!
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
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A MATTER OF CHANCE (Fiction) by Julie Maloney
When eight-year-old Vinni Stewart goes missing from a New Jersey shore town, her mother becomes the one left behind. When her NYC neighbor, a noted artist, coaxes Maddy to paint, she reconnects to her passion and earns international recognition. Intrigue follows Maddy to Brooklyn where she stumbles on something she shouldn't have as she searches for her daughter.
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