To say I was in a funk last week would be an understatement. When Monday morning woke me up with those bitter rays of sunshine last week I immediately felt the cosmic pull dragging me into a string of bad days. From the moment my eyes opened I knew I had a busy week ahead of me and no matter how much I dreaded it I knew I needed to focus on it.
Extra activities like blogging had to take a backseat, all the while I was telling myself I would make up for the off week this week. Well, one week later and this Monday morning didn’t greet me with a sun shinning smile either. Instead I was woken up early by a blistering sinus headache or at least a headache I have self-diagnosed as a sinus headache. What in the world is this about? Why do Monday’s hate me?
When I lived in New York City I felt as if my allergies rarely bothered me, minus the mold that grew in my ancient Hell’s Kitchen apartment of course. Yet here in Los Angeles I am dying. If you watched me as I moved around my apartment this morning to get ready you would have seen a pathetic scene play out in front of you. Allegra could have just put a camera up to record my ranting stumbles to use as the “before” footage for their next antihistamine commercial.
I felt miserable. It almost felt as if I was hungover without having gotten to drink heavily the night before. Where is the fun in that? That’s like immaculate conception. Where is the fun in going through the pain of pregnancy if you didn’t get to at least enjoy the sex? Why suffer from a hangover like headache if I didn’t at least get to have a fun party the night before?
To top it all off I was out of coffee this morning, my office was freezing when I arrived and my outfit screams that I didn’t care about my professional appearance when I picked it out. None-the-less the day must carry-on.
Since this is the sixth day in a row that these allergy like symptoms are bothering me my boss has suggested I consider finding out if there is something larger stirring up these nasty symptoms. I know she probably meant to get a professional diagnosis, but where is the fun in that? I don’t love going to the doctor, but I do love self-diagnosing like a lot of people enjoy doing.
I took to the internet like any smart person would do to get a health diagnosis. With WebMD’s symptom checker opened in front of me I started to try to get to the bottom of this awful headache.
I put in the basic symptoms that matched what I am feeling right now:
- Slow thinking
- Difficulty Concentrating
- Nasal Congestion
Let me tell you, WebMD came to the rescue presenting me with a narrow list of 99 possible conditions ranging from a middle ear infection to ricin poisoning. Well shoot! Who in the world would want to kill me with ricin? Oh yea, no one so it probably is just the ever annoying allergies that we have to deal with in life.
Next time my body wants me to hate being awake, I hope I at least have fun falling asleep so that I will have earned the pain! None-the-less this is a reminder to us all to try and stay away from the ever tempting internet when we aren’t feeling well. Self-diagnosis can end up causing people to overly panic. I remember when I swore I had cancer one year thanks to self-diagnosis. 10 hospital visits later and a lot of annoying tests and it turned out that I just had anxiety, which was increased by my new fear of cancer.
A cough is a cough, a sneeze is a sneeze, but self-diagnosis is when a sneeze becomes deadly.