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Hypochondria is my Hobby
When knitting or photography just couldn’t create enough paralyzing fear, hypochondria waltzed into my life.
Thirty-something and childless, I find myself with a great deal of time on my hands for hobbies. I considered macrame but it turns out tying knots is harder than it seems. Cycling was a no go as afterward my crotch felt like the site of a nuclear explosion. Gardening didn’t take either, it turns out I am a plant murderess, but that is a tale for another time.
Then it happened.
I discovered the perfect hobby for me. Well, actually it kind of discovered me…
HYPOCHONDRIA!
Hypochondria provides my anxious brain with all the fodder it needs to ruminate for hours filling up all that pesky free time. Now I never experience a dull moment. There are enumerative benefits to this new hobby such as:
It gives me something to google when I’m bored. What’s that? Nothing to do on a Saturday night? Gee, I wonder if it’s normal to have a tingle in my left-hand pinkie finger? Hey Google… Thirty minutes later I am convinced I have leprosy. Let me tell you, there is no better way to spend a quiet evening at home!
Hypochondria fills my lonely days with fun activities like sanitizing, changing any clothes that have been exposed to the outside world, consequential…
