Have you ever suspected your body has betrayed you and had nagging little questions start running through your head? Have you every wonder if you might be really sick? Have you ever considered the possibility that you might need surgery when you’ve never been sick a day in your life – before?
Has that nagging little discomfort now turned into a throb?
Did your friends or family ask if you are feeling okay?
Did your spouse suggest you set up an appointment?
Did the doctor suggested you have some “tests”?
Did you suddenly remember that you have test anxiety?
Did you have to retake your test because you flunked it the first time?
Did the doctor tell you not to worry, which worried you?
Did the receptionist give you literature and say, “Better read this”?
Did anyone ask you questions about your medical insurance coverage?
Does everyone tell you about a friend who had your same symptoms?
Have you finally decided that aspirin cannot cure it?
Did your spouse buy you two new pairs of pajamas just in case?
Do you have a sudden compulsion to make a will?
Did you search the Internet, but couldn’t find your symptoms?
Or, even worse, did you find that these symptoms and that they can be serious?
Did the doctor say you wouldn’t be in a wheelchair long?
If someone asks how you are, are you afraid to tell the truth?
Did everyone tell you not to worry as it probably nothing?
Did you get pre-certified but don’t remember applying?
Does it only hurt when you breathe?
Did the doctor use big words that you can’t remember?
Did you get a second, opinion? A third, forth and fifth?
Do think you would look terrible in a hospital gown?
Is your doctor starting to look just like Dracula?
Can you remember why you thought you might need surgery?
Can you remember your name?
Did you feel fine until you went to the doctor?
Do you wish they would hurry up and get it over with?
Are you only cautious – not afraid?
Did it turn out to be a false alarm?
Was it only your imagination working overtime?
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