My name’s Anna and I’m a hypochondriac.
I know I’m a hypochondriac because I’ve diagnosed myself with it using the internet.
I know because the slightest sniff of a symptom and I’m on Google finding out how many types of cancer I have (hint: at least three, no matter what symptom it is).
If I had everything I’d diagnosed myself with, I’d be clinically dead. Twenty-four times.
But there’s a reason I’m like this.
BECAUSE I CATCH £$%”ING EVERYTHING.
Draw up a chair and let me tell you The Story of a Hypochondriac.