Monday, April 23, 2007

ode to google

It's really MS this time, I'm sure of it. Even google corroborates my suspicions, and we all know that if google says it's true, it must be. Google validates my fear when everyone else seems to think that "there's absolutely nothing wrong" with me; google believes in me when I say that I think I might be dying. Google knows nothing of hypochondria -- to google, there is only cancer.

No really, you try it. Type in "blurry vision" and "tingling hands and feet" and "leg weakness" and tell me what you find. Now try to convince me that I'm not really going to die this time.

Seriously, google should offer a special diagnosis service for people with anxiety disorder and hypochondria -- where whenever you type a terrifying string of symptoms into the search bar, a page immediately pops up and flashes the words "IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD".