If you thought you were sick, like potentially fatally sick, and you didn't tell the people closest to you, would that be considered lying? No reason I'm asking, just curious.
My Grandfather did this. Went to the hospital, found out he had liver cancer, came home to die and didn't tell anyone. He lived only a few days, if I'm recalling my family history correctly. I wouldn't call it lying, but it was a shitty thing to do.
Now, it sounds like you are talking about *worrying* that you have an illness, not *knowing*. I would say that if you were worried, but didn't know, then it's OK not to share your worry with everyone. Get the facts first.
My husband is, among other things, a hypochondriac. He's been worried about everything from (I am not making this up) beard hair cancer to hand herpes. Diabetes. Triple E. Internal bleeding, hip replacement. You name it, he's been worried that he has it (or, in the case of the hip replacement, worried that he needs it). Now, it's like the boy who cried wolf. He's going to have a legitimate concern one of these days, and we're just going to laugh and write it down in the "Things R. has thought he has" journal. Then we'll feel terrible when he really does die of Alien Hand Syndrome.
I would say that if you were worried, but didn't know, then it's OK not to share your worry with everyone. Get the facts first.
nodnod. That's what I thought.
Your husband and me sound a bit alike. I'm fairly certain that I have something bad just about monthly. Mind you, our family health history is so shitty, that it's not outside the realm of possibility that something is wrong when I cough/have chest pain/get a cramp/a mysterious mole/itchy dry skin--LOL! When doctors ask for family history I always tell them it'll take less time for me to tell them what we don't have rather than what we do have. :D
I feel sorry for him living with this condition, but I had to laugh at the way you wrote it. I dunno, I would like to see an X-Files fanfic with Mulder worrying about dying of Alien Hand Syndrome!
Scully: You do not have beard hair cancer or hand herpes!
Mulder: You'll be sorry when I die of Alien Hand Syndrome!!!
(Also, I work with a horendous hypochondriac - the boss makes fun of her, but it's bloody annoying. She gets some water in her ear from the shower and it's BORROWING THROUGH HER EAR DRUM AND INTO HER BRAIN AND IT'S GOING TO CAUSE CANCER SO SHE'S GOING TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!
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10/10/15 11:22 am (UTC)Now, it sounds like you are talking about *worrying* that you have an illness, not *knowing*. I would say that if you were worried, but didn't know, then it's OK not to share your worry with everyone. Get the facts first.
My husband is, among other things, a hypochondriac. He's been worried about everything from (I am not making this up) beard hair cancer to hand herpes. Diabetes. Triple E. Internal bleeding, hip replacement. You name it, he's been worried that he has it (or, in the case of the hip replacement, worried that he needs it). Now, it's like the boy who cried wolf. He's going to have a legitimate concern one of these days, and we're just going to laugh and write it down in the "Things R. has thought he has" journal. Then we'll feel terrible when he really does die of Alien Hand Syndrome.
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10/12/15 05:29 pm (UTC)nodnod. That's what I thought.
Your husband and me sound a bit alike. I'm fairly certain that I have something bad just about monthly. Mind you, our family health history is so shitty, that it's not outside the realm of possibility that something is wrong when I cough/have chest pain/get a cramp/a mysterious mole/itchy dry skin--LOL! When doctors ask for family history I always tell them it'll take less time for me to tell them what we don't have rather than what we do have. :D
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10/12/15 09:36 pm (UTC)Scully: You do not have beard hair cancer or hand herpes!
Mulder: You'll be sorry when I die of Alien Hand Syndrome!!!
(Also, I work with a horendous hypochondriac - the boss makes fun of her, but it's bloody annoying. She gets some water in her ear from the shower and it's BORROWING THROUGH HER EAR DRUM AND INTO HER BRAIN AND IT'S GOING TO CAUSE CANCER SO SHE'S GOING TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!
She also Munchhausens by Proxy her poor dog.
/end off topic ramble...
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10/12/15 09:37 pm (UTC)