The Problem with the Internet
September 1, 2010 by admncc
I normally enjoy my anonymity on here. I have never once posted a picture of myself, said my full name or even where I work. And usually my complaints have nothing to do with my personal life, but more so are random things I encounter and think you’ll enjoy.
But for once, today’s post is different. I’ve had a very strange month and as it turns out, I made it worse for myself. Let me explain. Since May, I hadn’t been feeling very well. I had just run in a marathon, and figured my body simply wasn’t recuperating properly. So I went to the doctor and they ran some tests. Strangely, one obscure blood test came back positive. And it required me to see a special doctor. Panicked, after the call came, I immediately went to Google. Big mistake! I did a searches for this blood test, because even I had never heard of it. The first five things that came up on every medical site during the searches were all fatal diseases (ranging from two to 20 years of life expectancy). I started freaking out.
My next call was to try to find a specialist (physician) that I had been referred to. Of course, since I was a new patient, the first office I called couldn’t see me for two months. The second and third offices were a little better – 45 days. The fourth office I called was 30 days. So I made an appointment there.
And then I proceeded to worry for the next 30 days that I might have a fatal disease. Let me tell you something…when they say life is too short, it is. This was probably the worst 30 days of my life, and I wish it on nobody. I couldn’t do anything without worrying about the test result or my health. A buddy of mine, who is a doctor, insisted that the test was a false positive and said that unless it was a “million in one illness,” I was going to be fine. But stupid me, I kept looking on the Internet and doing research, with all of the searches coming back bad and making me feel worse.
But there’s a lot of good news to report. First off, I’m fine. The test was indeed a false positive. And I actually learned that a certain percentage of people actually test positive during this test and are perfectly healthy. The specialist I saw was probably the best doctor I have ever seen. She spent a great deal of time explaining everything to me and ran tons of additional confirmation tests. And as it turns out, my original theory held true – spending 18 weeks training for a marathon and then retiring from running the day after the marathon wasn’t the smartest move and caused my body to respond in a derogatory fashion.
Other than to my wife, this is first time I’m talking about this… But this post isn’t about leaving me comments saying that you’re glad I’m OK. I already know that. It’s about knowing that according to the Internet, a simple cut or pain in your leg could be fatal. LOL. It’s about knowing how scary it can be to think that you could potentially be sick, but have to wait to see a doctor for confirmation (health care at its finest). And it’s about realizing how short life is – the one thing I will never take for granted again.