I firmly believe the internet, google, and webmd were invented for people like me. Have a symptom? Click on WebMD, point to a body part and WHAMO! you have a diagnosis. Or something very simplistic like that. Concerned about a weird twinge or ache? Just go to a chat group, pose the question and PRESTO! ten folks responds with their experiences, which honestly, OH MY GOD I wish I didn't ask. Do you know what this is like for a hypochondriac like me? It's like new pairs of free Manolo Blahniks for Carrie in her closet. Instant satisfaction! Or is it?
I could tell you stories about weird diseases I thought I had growing up. My parents probably wished that my imagination would settle down from time to time but that dull headache really possibly likely maybe was a brain tumor! However at that point, I did not have the handy internet to back up my fears. Oh, and did you know I have adult ADD? Really, I do! I took a quiz on a pharmaceutical website and it said so (of course doesn't every adult in the U.S. have it with big box stores, 200 television channels, and that shiny distraction called the internet?). Perhaps they wanted me to call my doctor about handy dandy drug X.
So of course with all that temperature taking, and waiting, and symptom checking, and body monitoring, I'm on HIGH ALERT! If I feel a twinge, does that mean ____? Well what exactly does CM look like and is this really egg white consistency (I apologize for the TMI but Stella will back me up here, right Sister?) Sure I should be laid back, chill, zen, yogi and such but dude(s), that is so not in my fiber. Especially when I have the internet at my beck and call to provide me with all the answers.
Like many other lovely ladies, I think that I'll step away from the whole internet symptom searching scene and let it all be a big freakin' mystery for a while. Until I can no longer take it, and I'm right back there researching something crazy like retroverted uterus.