Over the past three years, one of my friends has suffered from a series of mysterious ailments with no obvious symptoms.
It all started when he became convinced that he’d been poisoned by his ex-wife. The alleged poisoning somehow mutated into glandular fever, which in turn gave way to meningitis (actually, that one was almost believable, because there definitely seems to be something wrong with his brain). I kind of lost track after his bout of imaginary meningitis, but in his most recent health crisis, he was certain that he had cancer. Or tuberculosis. Possibly both.
If I sound unsympathetic, it’s probably because I am. I didn’t start off this way, but his maladies have all, without exception, turned out to be the medical equivalent of swamp gas or the planet Venus.
I believe he has a rare condition called fullofshititus, which causes an overwhelming desire to have endless blood tests done, “just to be sure”. He’s managed to combine hypochondria and self-mutilation into a strangely logical, but nonetheless insane package.
The local emo kids think he is a god.
Guys like that are a drain on the health care system. One morning he’ll wake up and die. His final words will be “I told you so!” At long last. Vindication.
My wife’s grandmother was like that. Financially set. Comfortable. Surrounded by family and friends for decades. But always sick. What a waste.
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Yup. Some people are never happy unless they’re unhappy.
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“He didn’t enjoy good health.” Fitting epitaph?
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I turned down a free flu shot at my doctor’s office yesterday. I just don’t have the stamina to be a good hypochondriac.
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The doctor might have more success with free tequila shots.
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Ha ha, now that’s funny.
I know a few hypochondriacs.
It’s always the same, there is always something wrong with them
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Indeed. I think that’s pretty much a given.
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I bet he eats Smarties with a glass of water and has cough mixture on tap in his bar…
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Yup. And his Medic-Alert disk is the size of a dinner plate.
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I know this awful woman in town who supposedly has some immuno-something-or other disease, and uses her near death status to torture the world. She conned some shmucky plastic surgeon into giving her free lipo because she was dying. I thought that was funny. Something’s wrong with me. She’d alive and kicking 10 years after the lipo.
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Sounds like she needs an enema, too.
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Life’s getting mundane! Quick! A transfusion of drama! Irony is when your friend manages to make himself really ill.
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And no one pays attention because of boy who cried wolf syndrome.
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On the plus side, he’s helped pay off his doctor’s new BMW in record time.
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Maybe he’s got Munchhausens?
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That would be my guess too.
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Oh crap! Nursemyra beat me to it – I wanted to say MUNCHHAUSENS! Now I can’t think of anything original! It must be easy to buy him presents. Boxes of painkillers, anti histamines, antacids, plasters, burn dressings, slings, a walking stick (for the really BAD days)….the list is satisfyingly endless. Gift vouchers for physiotherapy sessions, brain scans, x-rays…. oh hell I can’t stop….
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I just send him a fruit basket and a get well soon card for his birthday.
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I’m not saying it’d be funny if he died tomorrow… oh, no, wait, that’s definitely what I’m saying.
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Also, dying would be win-win scenario.
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But it’s a well known psychobabble fact that hyperchondriacs out live us all… so the psychobabble logic suggests that it’s actually incredibly clever to be a hypochondriac.
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Oops! I got my ‘hyper’ in a twist!
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Chubby Checker thanks you.
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Is he single now? Because if so, I have the perfect woman for him. She`s had everything from aspartame poisoning to scurvy.
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He was single when I spoke to him yesterday, but that was hours ago.
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So the big question is:
Is he single?
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Hw was when I responded to the previous comment, but that was at least a minute ago.
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This guy is a goldmine for the drug companies. Hand him over as a sacrificial lamb with hoof in mouth.
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Nice. Especially since he’s as sick as a dog.
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Start making up maladies of your own. It’ll quickly escalate into a competition, but you have a leg up because you don’t even need to make yours sound reasonable.
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I’ll tell him I have Man ‘Flu. That automatically wins.
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Cranio-rectal inversion. Happens to the best of us…
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I suppose it’s good that something is passing through his mind.
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I’m pretty sure my husband suffers from the same ailment: fullofshititus. I believe it’s something passed on by their mothers who insisted on dotting on them constantly when they were young boys and would be cottled to death when they had a cough or the sniffles. It’s lethal. Said men with these ailments risk having their heads bashed in by their wives due to incessant complaining.
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Yup. It’s essentially a self-inflicted wound.
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Maybe he just likes having his blood taken. Give him a packet of leeches and let him get on with it.
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Or I could just introduce him to my ex-wife’s lawyer.
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Reminds me of my late mother – who virtually gave up eating food so she had more room for her endless supply of tablets, pills and potions.
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I hope she didn’t apply a similar approach to suppositories.
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Oh lawdy this has been such a funny one. I’m now trying to picture a mother “dotting” and “cottling” her son. No wonder the poor lad is a hypochondriac.
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Especially if she was dotting his eyes.
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The only thing worse than ill people, is fake ill people.
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