Recently my hypochondriac tendencies have been on overdrive, and I have now convinced myself that I am a walking fomite and live in dire fear of dying from one of the ten thousand diseases which I have self-diagnosed. And I should add that out of these ten thousand diseases, I am self-medicating for about half. The stress of all this is in fact making me forget little things, such as taking my daily multivitamins. I suppose this is greatly ironic.

My newest obsession is puzzling over whether or not I truly have HT, which is thanks to my surgery examiner, of all people. I have suddenly become quite conscious of some of these symptoms, although Mark says that I am still missing one or two key features of the disease, which means that my fears might just be unfounded. But still, I could just die of atrial fibrillation any moment now. Oh, the drama!

Also, there's vasovagal syncope. This is for real. I definitely do feel faint when standing in a claustrophobic environment. For example, during bedside tutorials when the curtains are drawn around the patient's bed. Those are PRIME fainting circumstances. I hope I don't alarm the patient too much with the dilating pupils, paleness and sudden hyperventilating. Haha.

And of course, there's DEATH FROM FAILING PATHO. I should be doing something about this, but somehow I just can't. But I should try.

Goodnight, y'all!