Hypochondria

Ever since lecture content has become more “clinical” I have been diagnosing myself unconsciously and profusely with every sort of illness and disease. This has sadly led me to conclude that I have only ten days to live (or less) and I should also drink more water to prevent end-stage renal failure.

So, on this night in the interim of my last ten days to live, I wanted to impart on to the world something of lasting value because, alas, as a poor medical student, I do not have anything else to leave as an inheritance.

I want to leave the greatest thought I have ever thought. It is so magnificent and profound that Einstein in all his patent-office days would not have thought it. It is so prophetic and, daresay, spiritual, that if it were not canonized, I would expect it to at least form a new apocrypha.  It is the finest thought ever thought by me, imbued with all the experience, virtue, love, fear, instincts, visceral passions, of this interrupted youth’s life.

What is the thought? I am well aware of this buildup and I will now proceed. I must type quickly, to tell you because I have also been (self)diagnosed with rapidly progressing acute peripheral neuropathy, due to a late-onset type I diabetes, triggered by a hypersensitivity to a tuft of M. furfur that is lodged in my mitral valve. I must type quickly before the disease consume my fine motor skills. Oh, no…there they go. They are waning. Ever. so. evidently. and now, htye rea ogne.!ihst

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