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hypochondriacal granola


it’s a tick…
it’s a tumor…
it’s a tick….
it’s a tumor…
it’s a tick…
it’s a tumor…
it’s a tick…

embarrassing to flash my nipple on the internet?’

not nearly as embarrassing if I confessed just how long I sat there paralyzed this morning with coffee, fingering the unidentified lump in my armpit too scared to get up and check it in the mirror.

notes:
1. Don’t eat a granola bar in the middle of the night… or.. if you do… don’t do so in bed.

2. Terms of Endearment scarred me for life.

tic


Alright – sure.. I’m a little bit of a hypochondriac. My personal history is littered with evidence.

Like back in my mid-20’s…. when I made an emergency appointment with my doc, completely convinced I had mouth cancer, – only to be informed by her, (while fighting back giggling) – that the bumps on the back of my tongue were taste-buds… granted – they were excited, but most likely from a spicy meal.

Alright – so about a week into not smoking, my right eye has started twitching. That minute type of twitching – like a micro-spasm that you can barely tell by looking at me… but being the spaz-e, it’s quite obvious.

The worse thing I could do of course is try to research this myself… Now I’m convinced I have “Benign Essential Blepharospasm”.

I remember years ago when I tried quitting before, I tried a Welbutrin-type, (zyban?) drug which also made this happen. I didn’t even get around to quitting part of the program… I took the pills for three days and the eye twitching made me freak out and stop taking them.

Is this some sort of neurological self-correction or a physiological manifestation of some kind of subconscious withdrawal symptom?

I won’t have health insurance again till March, (hopefully)…. So I guess I’ll just try to find a pattern for this and make notes…

and not blog.