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Boom and bust
I have a new GP. Partly because I moved house and partly because I do not want to join a gym. She has grey straggley hair and apologises about her eye which is weeping as she ushers me in. She looks a...
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Happy Midsummer
I have been undergoing some medical tests which have, of late, been causing me some stress. I had some abnormally raised lymph nodes behind my collar bone in February (never, ever google “enlarged...
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10 days in the life of a hypochondriac
I walk down between the two wings of the Bullring, towards the cathedral. It is 6pm, the sun is just setting; it looks like summer, but it’s still cold. Almost there, almost there. I sit down at a bar...
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Confessions of a drama queen
“Bye, Benny,” I say, watching his ginger behind bound up the garden. MindReader and I stand with our arms around each others’ waists, watching Benny leave, and then turn to ech other, misty eyed and -...
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Hypochondriac plus lawyer equals video footage logic
MindReader appears in the spare bedroom in his boxer shorts, squinting. “What are you doing?” “Nothing,” I say, putting the mirror down. What time is it?” “After midnight.” “Seriously…” “You’ll think...
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When a bauble drops on the floor
I am lying in bed, reading a book about anxiety which was a (semi) tongue-in-cheek Christmas present about a woman who is anxious. A bus thunders along our road and, in its wake, I hear the very...
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Perhaps a psychiatrist
“Let’s see it then,” MindReader says, walking into the bedroom in a strange combination of his suit and a hoody. He’s been to the football. I’m watching Jonathan Ross on the iPlayer in bed while Benny...
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