Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Packing crap

I think my arm is broken. I wrenched it out of the socket when I was attempting to move some stuff around in my storage space, and it definitely does not feel right. Then again, if I concentrate hard enough, I can imagine that I've sustained almost any type of injury. For instance, a few years ago, I went to my doctor and told her that I thought I had a groin injury. She looked at me very seriously and said, "Well, I just hope you check yourself regularly for testicular cancer ... you fool."

I'm really not sure what non-hypochondriacs do for entertainment.

7 comments:

  1. good question. i'd ask around but i've really got to get to the bottom of this alledged water poisoning disease.

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  2. Hypochrondria rocks! It says "Frontline teller and hypochrondriac" on my business card and my friends think I'm weird for always carrying around like 6 kinds of pills. Though I guess that's not the normal amount for a 15 year old? I absolutely adore your blog, by the way. I've even linked to it on my blog. :)

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  3. Just a post to say I'm still alive and your blog still rocks.

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  4. bloguita, I've solved the water poisoning disease mystery for you. Feel free to name a child after me.

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  5. oh my!!...find a happy place..find a happy place...find a happy place...

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  6. Speaking of your favorite doctor, here is our latest encounter:
    Every year the hospital has a free barbecue for the employees. Sounds very nice and it is considering that the food has no nutritional value and is guaranteed to raise your cholesterol by 200 points. Very American and unhospital=like.
    Well this year is no exception, so there I am with my cheap paper plate full of hot dog, 20 pounds of mustard and relish, potato salad, pasta salad, blond brownie bars for dessert, and of course the required diet Coke, well loved by nurses everywhere. When who should I spy but Auntie Paula, coming up the street to join in the fun. We of course must embrace, which sends my heaping plate into the driveway to the emergency room. Back in line (a very ong line) to refill the goodies, and back to work with a very red face. I have now twice passed the same group of people in ten minutes with the same amont and type of food. I thought it paid to be nice! Sigh!!
    Love, Ma Smash

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