||[Nov. 19th, 2012|08:11 am]
Do you ever work yourself up from a few mild symptoms into being convinced you probably have a terminal illness?|
ETA: A guy with some sort of phoney-radioey-calculatorey-looking device and a long metal stick is going from yard to yard in my neighborhood, sticking the stick into the soil, and then moving on to the next house. He just did mine. What's happening?
He sounds like a meter reader.
Yes. That's one of the benefits to dispatching paramedics. I call them and tell them I'm dying, they convince me I'm not. :)
Almost sounds like some type of soil testing.
Only once that I can recall when I looked down at my hand and there was a brown spot in between my thumb and index finger. It felt kind of scaly and I knew it wasn't there the day before. I was SURE I had skin cancer until my husband reminded me that I'd been sweeping a lot the day before. It turned out to be a blood blister.
could be some kind of geophysical survey. Stick something in the ground zap it, the changes in resistivity between sites tells you the geology of the area. Though I'd expect the smapling sites to be a lot closer together for that. Rather than just once in each yard,
I agree about the soil testing.
I had a few meningitis scares when I was younger, enough to hospitalise me, but I never had it. So if I ever think I have anything, it's that. Sometimes often - I have fibromyalgia so sometimes my neck hurts/is stiff & light hurts my eyes. I also have a phobia of vomiting so I'll have a panic attack if I think I'm going to be sick, which sometimes makes me feel more nauseous, and nausea is a meningitis symptom.
he's testing for nuclear radiation isoptopes in the soil for repelling zombies
oh...there is no clear evidence to suggest any single person is sane.
its a normative thing
Sniffing for natural gas leaks? Your house is directly above a gas pipeline that may be leaking.
I'm probably closer to the opposite. I'm likely to assume it's just a cold or whatever until it gets REALLY BAD. I'm more careful with my kids, but I generally don't freak out. Except the first time my oldest had croup. I'd never heard a sound like that come out of a human being before and scared the shit out of me.
Once. I lost a lot of strength in my legs to where I could barely walk without falling over, wasn't ever hungry, couldn't sleep...it was a little scary.
No, I'm the opposite. I could be having a heart attack but I wouldn't do anything about it and be like "eh, it's just gas".