I have at least three terminal illnesses and a few rather exotic ones as well. At least according to my research. On the Internet. Which of course is always the best way source of diagnosing oneself. Especially if you allow yourself to go to the most extreme measures.
For instance, I have no clue how this happened, but I have a small area on my finger tip that feels as if something is embedded in it. Now there is nothing visible to the naked eye, so after some research it’s rather clear that I have only a short time left before my finger falls off. Hey it could happen. Perhaps. But I hope not.
I had developed a strange pain the area of my ribs so that’s clearly a collapsed lung. Has to be right? At least something serious because a strained muscle is umm not the fun stuff the Internet brought up.
Even better is that friends will use the Internet to help me solve my concerns. So when I mentioned that I was feeling more exhausted than usual, it was determined that I must have terminal cancer. That was from a close friend who was trying to help me. She struggled trying to break the news to me.
Broken toe? Hardly. My toe wasn’t broken, the bone was dissolving and the foot would clearly eventually fall off. So that’s going for me too.
And I know I’m not alone in this fun. And that’s kind of what it is, I mean I obviously have some serious health issues with lupus, but it’s also amusing in a strange way. It wouldn’t be if my bones were dissolving and my foot was going to fall off. It wouldn’t be, if I took this as my only form of diagnosis.