A journal is a very useful thing for a hypochondriac. When you die your friends and family will find it and you’ll have the last word: “See! I told you I was sick!”
The various symptoms that you may also worry about make excellent fodder for writing exercises. Describe your pain, your feelings, the symptoms. They’re real, they’re personal, and they should be very specific. They just may not indicate that you have any treatable problem (and yet . . .).
For today’s assignment, describe your headache. If you didn’t have one before, I’m sure you do now.
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If only I could open my eyes to see the glorious morning! I squint to the point of seeing only a blurred world, dominated by green. The pain, it seems, begins behind my right ear, where it feels as if a sadist is providing acupuncture- maybe with the added pleasure of a vice? Then slowly, like an invisible plague, it creeps to my cranium, sparking spasms of pain that nearly bring me to my knees. It’s toying with me, I think, because every half-minute, it subsides, just long enough to bring me back to sanity, to inform me that I am no longer in my own control. It’s feeding on me.