Right now I think I'm dying. My doctor sent me home with Tylenol and said it was a virus.
I'm always trying to out-diagnose my doctors and always think they are wrong and i usually don't listen to them.
Being a hypochondriac SUCKS. SO BAD.
Ive been convinced that I would wake up dead before, and low and behold I'm here and usually feel better the next day. If I went to the ER every time we would be living on the streets. They charge you like $500 AT LEAST for Tylenol in the ER and another $500 for the doctor to see you and tell you you're fine. Isn't our country lovely?
I guess if I die this time then at least I can say I tried went to go see my idiot doctor. That makes no sense. I would come back as a ghost and tell them.
If it's this bad tomorrow then I'll probably go. If I'm still alive.