tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390087221610436679.post2270900822948541947..comments2023-08-08T10:32:16.298-04:00Comments on paint splashes: NosophobiaRosie_Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08363843512357526257noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390087221610436679.post-77038483510615356272009-02-28T23:25:00.000-05:002009-02-28T23:25:00.000-05:00This is a great post. It's hilarious and all peopl...This is a great post. It's hilarious and all people who study medicine go through this. I think I have had at least 3 if not more of the symptoms to every disorder and disease I have ever studied. It just goes with the territory. <BR/>Your husband talks cute to you, it's endearing really. My diagnosis is in total concurrment with yours. Hypochondria at least a stage 4 terminal case of it.Karen Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05892103639142471595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390087221610436679.post-65763146365758336952009-02-24T12:07:00.000-05:002009-02-24T12:07:00.000-05:00Well, see, it's kinda dumb to be open about it cau...Well, see, it's kinda dumb to be open about it cause half of me goes "you dummy, you'll die eventually so why alert the world? it's probably not real anyway...." and so then if I say something it ends up being rather embarrassing cause I DON'T die the next day. Or get really sick. Or whatever.<BR/><BR/>But, see, my hypochodracismness kinda ties into my hating plane rides. <BR/><BR/>Hmm... This hypochodriacismness must skip a child. Katie *skip Kris* Neal *skip Seth* Lyss *skip Sam* Peter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390087221610436679.post-61697346163696670672009-02-24T01:22:00.000-05:002009-02-24T01:22:00.000-05:00You, Lyss and NEAL. Only Alyssa keeps it all to he...You, Lyss and NEAL. <BR/><BR/>Only Alyssa keeps it all to herself. It has to be really bad before I know about it. Actually you have a healthy case of that too because I wouldn't have guessed.<BR/>Now, Neal...he's pretty open about it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390087221610436679.post-71458558872148047902009-02-23T23:22:00.000-05:002009-02-23T23:22:00.000-05:00Lyssa-- HAHAHAHAA!Lyssa-- HAHAHAHAA!Rosie_Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08363843512357526257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390087221610436679.post-40190118107443522402009-02-23T23:09:00.000-05:002009-02-23T23:09:00.000-05:00*diiiiies*Katie, I use to think we were like, as d...*diiiiies*<BR/><BR/>Katie, I use to think we were like, as different as grass and air (uh, kinda stupid sounding but I have this thing with saying "apples and oranges" because they seem a lot alike to me). But, WOW! I thought I was the only hypochondriac in the fam! Net time I have an attack of hypochondriacism I'll be sure to call you and we can spill to eachother. 'k? <BR/><BR/>But, really, I understand completely. About a year ago I went....oh about a month without sleeping because every night I was convinced I would wake up dead. ("Wake up dead? You dim wit! You can't wake up dead!" [continue with quote])Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com