ABC's of a Hypochondriac

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A hypochondriac visits the doctor.

Submitted: January 23, 2015

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Submitted: January 23, 2015



Always concerned - too much TV.

Binge eating and no exercise may be the issue.

Cancer is what I always assume.

Didn’t I pay attention in Health class?

Even though I am young, I am unhealthy.

Forget the clinic, I need the ER.

Grouchy- I am, possibly due to my poor diet.

Hello, Dr. House, I am a hypochondriac.

I am here to get my head scanned.

Just hurry, please.

Knife me up and check me out.

Let’s see what is inside of me.

Mom’s remedies won’t help me.

Nothing but a surgeon, I’m afraid.

Obviously, I am dying.

People won’t believe it.

“Quit stalling, Doc,” I said.

Read me the file.

Stop lying to me.

Tell me how long I have to live.

“Usually I tell my patients to sit down,” Doc said.

Very bad is it? Untreatable? 

Well, at least I said my goodbyes already.

X-rays told the doctor everything he needed to know.

Yesterday was my living funeral.

“Zits” was all he said, and then prescribed me Proactiv.

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