So, I woke up this afternoon and…well…I found something. It’s small, I’m sure just a minor tumor, or maybe a hernia? Can you get those there?
And, it’s fine…it’s probably spreading, I should go. To the doctor’s and…well, my legs have stopped working. And is that tingling in my arms? Does that mean a stroke, or a heart attack…both, it’s probably both.
You know what they’d say. You’re fine. You’re fine. Probably fine. Definitely…not fine. Definitely dying.
A hypochondriac knows both nothing and everything are wrong.