Throughout my life, I have had countless occasions to insert the proverbial foot in my ol' gob. For example, on our second date, I told Habibi that I had no intentions of ever getting married; I once thought vegetarians were silly; I proudly proclaimed that I would never go jogging unless I was running away from something... You get the idea. You would think that over the course of time, I would learn to keep my mouth shut. While I have been able to lock it up for the most part, I still occasionally find myself thinking in extremes. One of my biggest pet peeves is hypochondria. So many hours of time are wasted dealing with hypochondriacs on the exam table - hours that would be better spent dealing with "real" illnesses. Perhaps I feel this way because my Yahbah (dad) is a physician, and I have heard numerous stories on the over-diagnoses of various ailments including -but not limited to- the following: Fibromyalgia - While a very real disease, this ...
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