I enter the room.
Did I misdiagnose the self diagnosis?
Did I imagine it all?
Perhaps this is just normal.
Everyone waits their turn.
Are they too, imagining worst case scenarios?
Am I uncommon?
I get nervous.
As if the schoolmaster is about to deliver the bad news.
Health check failed.
I’ve had cancer three times in the last half hour,
AIDS, insomnia, rabies and a mild condition of yellow fever.
And the worst is yet to come, when I enter that room and (almost in tears) deliver my diagnosis and the doctor confirms that indeed, I am a hypochondriac…