Hypochondria During the Pandemic
Since quarantine started, I have experienced the worst health anxiety of my entire life. Worse than summer break in middle school when I thought I had a brain tumor, worse than Junior year when I thought I had lung cancer, and worse than Hawaii when I thought I had heart failure.
I canāt even begin to explain how much Iāve been suffering since being stuck at home. Of course,Ā I've been concerned about coronavirus. But that is only one small part of the endless amount of diseases Iāve had the time to obsess over. Since March, Iāve convinced myself I have diabetes, ketoacidosis, a brain tumor, urinary tract infections, epilepsy, fibromyalgia, kidney failure, sarcoma, liposarcoma, botulism, rheumatic fever, an intestinal obstruction, lymphoma, leukemia, lupus, multiple sclerosis, meningitis, sepsis, staph infections, heart failure, anaphylaxis, mononucleosis, a pulmonary embolism, deep vein thrombosis, breast cancer, a brain-eating amoeba infection, systemic sclerosis, water intoxication, asthma, heat stroke, and an aneurysm, among many other things. Although these individual disease obsessions come and go, they always manage to leave their mark. In other words, at this current moment, I still feel like I could have a lot of these diseases -- no matter what the scans and blood tests say.Ā
Iāve beenĀ obsessing over preventing these dangerous diseases -- to the point that I canāt eat certain foods or do certain things anymore.Ā For example, I find it very hard to use canned foods while I am cooking, as there is a risk of botulism. I often feel unsatisfied when washing my fruits and vegetables -- almost like I can never truly wash them enough. If I see mold or a small insect just on one fruit or vegetable in a container, I feel the urge to throw away the entire thing.Ā When this pandemic is over, Iām not sure if Iāll ever be able to put my head under water ever again due to fear of brain-eating amoeba -- or if Iāll ever feel safe enough to be outside during the daytime for more than two or three hours due to fear of dangerous heat stroke.Ā
I have high hopes that my obsessive and intrusive thoughts will settle down once the pandemic is over and once I get busy again, but I am afraid that some of these irrational fears will never go away.
I wish I could find the humor in everything, but itās all too terrifying.Ā And itās worse than you think. Itās not justĀ āI have this disease.ā ItāsĀ āI am 100% positive I have this disease and therefore I am going to change my lifestyle and diet to accommodate it, plan my future around it, and attempt to cope with my impending doom as it is too late to fix this.ā For example, when I convinced myself I had diabetes I cut out all added sugars from my diet and I bought a test for ketoacidosis. It came back negative. At another point, I convinced myself I had sepsis from an undiagnosed kidney infection from an undiagnosed UTI. I bought a UTI test, cranberry pills, and a gallon of cranberry juice. Eventually, I got an actual UTI test and it came back negative. Another time, I convinced myself I had a deadly heart arrhythmia or possible heart damage from rheumatic fever from undiagnosed strep throat. I went to the doctor and I got an electrocardiogram. It came out normal. These obsessive thoughts control my life.
I either eat super healthy spinach soups in an effort to save myself, or I eat all of the sugar I want because I know it doesnāt matter anymore. Oftentimes I feel like no matter what I do, it is too late.Ā
I canāt tell you how many times IāveĀ sat on my bedroom floor or sat on the grass outside, staring up at the ceiling or the sky, trying to make sense of my life being cut short.Ā I have spent almost every day throughout the past five months living as though there is not much time left. It is the worst feeling ever. I wouldn't wish it upon anybody. I am a person who truly loves life, no matter how hard it can get, and it is my worst fear to have it taken away from me prematurely.Ā Iāve haveĀ many nights during which I do not sleep at all. I fear not waking up the next morning.Ā
This has been absolutely horrifying for me. Iāve wasted so much time and energy panicking over slight symptoms and researching deadly diseases -- probably between 2 and 16 hours per day, depending on the obsession. Some days I feel as though I am in a trance. I forget about anything else I have planned for that day, and I am sucked into the world of sickness.Ā
Unfortunately, even on a good day when I am not hyper-aware of a bodily function or focused on a particular symptom, my health is always in the back of my mind, and I can't help but always feel like there is something wrong with me. I take my temperature multiple times a day, I check my oxygen levels, I inspect the inside of my mouth, I analyze the skin on my legs, hands, and arms, and I even inspect my period blood and stool. From the beginning of 2020 to now, I suspect I've been to the doctor about twelve times. Seven times within the last two months. Though I wish I could go more often.
Iām hoping that through blogging, I can eventually recognize the patterns of my irrational thoughts, analyze triggers, and learn how to cope with them in the moment.Ā