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Hypochondriac in Public Health

I've really learned a lot about myself this semester from taking Public health. The first is that, I want to be an author. Second, I am a hypochondriac. Big time. Third, people who really like public health REALLY like public health, to the level it's overwhelming.

So. How does a hypochondriac make her way through such a class alive? Here's a few tips.

1. You have a headache from not drinking enough, or staring at a screen too long, NOT because you have Ebola.

2. Make plans with your significant other in the case that one of you catches a deadly incurable transmittable disease. I have told Sammy that even if he has ebola, I'm going to snuggle him to the death.

3. Remind yourself that ebola hasn't been in the United States yet.

4. Don't tell everyone your funny ebola stories. Because then you'll just freak yourself out and start feeling sick.

5. Avoid all meat for about two weeks after the lesson on all the ways to get the stomach flu.

6. Get to class at the last possible moment so you don't have to talk to everyone during "mandatory networking time." Then, you can avoid potentially triggering conversations and stapling on your happy I'm excited about public health face.

7. Laugh when the most serious medical problem in the classroom is asthma.

8. Your back pain is probably not your kidneys failing.

9. Realize you know about most of the weird diseases the doctors on House spit out every few minutes.

10. Wash your hands dang it!

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