This photo made me laugh and serves no other purpose.
Note: This post only has absolutely nothing to do with EMDR because EMDR brings out all the hypochondriac parts of my personality. Peace.
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I took an adrenal supplement today. Then I started wondering if I was getting pumped up or anxious or short of breathe or tired or relaxed. I took it because, since treating my thyroid problem with NDT, I've had this thing called "air-hunger." You can google it.
Why did I finally decide to try the adrenal supplements my doctor told me to start taking two whole months ago? Well, I did some research on the totally evidence-based internet library of hypochondric blogs. According to these stay-at-home-moms-turned-professional-endocrinologists, air-hunger can happen if your cortisol (made in the adrenals) is low. My doctor already told me that...which is why she gave me supplements...but I forgot...oops.
It’s amazing how my doctor can tell me to do something, but I’m only willing to try it once thousands of unqualified women with online diaries tell me it’s Ok.
Hey Rachel, you ask, if you didn’t take those pills for an entire eight weeks, why did you keep them? Oh, I have thousands of pills in drawers. I don't even know what most of them are for anymore. My friend Suzanne is also a pill-hoarder, and I sometimes wonder if this is because we were raised by doctors who believe in the rapture. My dad stores an enormous amount of pills (samples from drug reps) in his closet to prepare for Armageddon. There are giant file boxes in his closet, each labeled with a different category: anti-depressants, birth control, cholesterol, barbiturates, stimulants, NAIDs, vitamins, blood thinners, etc. This way, when the world blows up and we’re living amidst the rubble in cardboard boxes, he’ll be “that” guy - the one with the goods. I suppose it’s sort of like doomsday prepping, but with drugs.
(Fact check: my father doesn’t actually collect drugs for the second coming of Christ, he just collects them for no reason).