15 October 2011

Not as planned

Mental Health
Nothing made Sean more nervous than the sneaking suspicion that he was a hypochondriac. He would contemplate the idea for as long as he could, applying the idea like a scalpel to his mind, but ultimately the truth was too painful and he would begin to comfort himself by wondering if he were experiencing subpulmonic effusion or maybe even systematic lupus erythematosis. This was  very comforting to consider indeed, and Sean would certainly treat himself to a doctor's visit later that week. If I were really a hypochondriac, he reasoned, I would be nervous about being sick, while in reality it feels quite good.

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