The moment I married my husband is the moment that I officially became a hypochondriac. Can anyone else relate to this? Being that my husband is a doctor, I run to him for reassurance that the unexplained bruise on my leg is just that… a bruise. I have a headache and I never get headaches… Could it be an aneurysm?
He is forced to inspect anything I deem questionable, and I end up getting the same response every time. “You’re fine.” My husband has such a calming nature about him, and because he is a physician and tells me I am fine, then I can relax and believe him. But in the back of my head I have the thought that he didn’t look at it closely enough and it could be a bigger deal than originally thought.
Now, if I didn’t have access to this wealth of information 24/7, I think that I probably would be a lot calmer myself. Since I tend to be just a little dramatic at times, I know it’s not as bad as I am making it out to be. It’s not worth actually going to the doctor to see if it is anything, and I would probably just sleep on it and see if it goes away. It’s not so easy to do these days now that any possible abnormality can be inspected at any given moment. My poor husband.
I, along with several others, assume that since my husband is a doctor, he knows everything there is to know about medicine and can solve any medical mystery. It is not abnormal for him to get a frantic phone call that a friend’s dog (who is 4,000 miles away) is trembling a little? “Do you thing he is dehydrated? Is it his heart?”
Now, we have to think in realistic terms here. One, doctors choose specialties for a reason – to specialize in an area of medicine. My husband has formed a default answer to such inquiries: “If you think it is something serious, go to the emergency room.” Two, there is a lot more to know about your situation than the current status. Maybe some medical history? What occurred prior? My husband is a genius, and he can pretty much hit the nail on the head every time regardless of the situation, but sometimes he ends up doing what we all do: Googling it.
