I don't understand why the doctor characters on House just don't incubate the sick characters before they even start treating them. They're always incubating people in a hurry in the middle of a procedure.
Aw, my roommate came in and I missed why a guy shot House. My roommate is seriously hyped up on life. Good for him.
Why has everyone in the world been treated by House all of the sudden? He specializes in RARE diagnosis.
Yay, medical dramas! Now that Veronica Mars has graduated for the season, I can watch House again. I love my medical dramas (though House is no Grey's Anatomy). I do not, however, blame them for my late onsetting hypochondria.
While I've always been heavy on the ibuprofen (it's a family trait), it wasn't until my late college years that I started displaying these subtle signs of hypochondria. When I'm sick (headaches, sniffles, stomach pain) or exhibiting any slightly strange physical characteristics (eye twitching is always a big one with me), I always suspect the worst (for instance, did you know that eye twitching is a sign of a brain tumor?). The internet is a horrible enabler.
So hypochondria. Hypochondria's not so bad, right?
Except I'm not a hypochondriac. I don't chronicle my symptoms. There isn't always something wrong with me- it's just that, when there is, it's the worst thing imagineable. Hypochondria is just a symptom of the bigger problem. I'm obsessed with extremes. If a light comes on in my car, it's about to blow up. If I'm a day late for my period, I'm pregnant (whether it is physically possible or not). If my finger is swollen and puffy, it's broken.
And my mind doesn't just dwell on the idea of sickness or loss- it builds an entire story around what happens when the extreme comes true.
Minor hypochondria is just another symptom of my drama queen-ness.
Now that I've solved another personality quirk, I'm retuning to House. Then I can take an evening cocktail of sudafed, ibuprofen, and one-a-day vitamin before going to sleep.
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Okay. Incubate is what you do to a baby (or...egg, I guess) to help it grow if it's born too soon.
Intubate is when they stick the tube down your throat to help you breathe.
That's your daily lesson from Dr. Rachel McSpazalot.
Dammit, they sound the same! They're always said so fast!
I was going to comment on intubate as well... but rachel aready did, so, nevermind.
You opening, however, did make me laugh. I'd hate to be in the middle of a appendectimy and have my doctor put me in a giant plastic box surrounded by bright lights... there would be something wrong with that. Like, I'd be hot. And still have me damned appendix.
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