I understand how you feel. I remember I was to have an operation when I was in my early twenties and I tried everything to get out of the operation. I even when to my GP and said that if I was pregnant then the operation would harm my baby. He looked at me straight in my eye and said "Linda you are going to have that operation!" Can you believe, I had the pre op medication, I was on the trolly just outside the operation theatre, the surgeon spoke to me, then I turned to the nurse and said I need to go to the toilet. I was going to sneak out somehow. To my shock, she shoved a pan under me and said, "Now go in the pan!" That is when I realised what the problem was, I was worried "What if they don't find anything wrong with me. They will know I am a hypochondriac" I wasn't worried about having the operation at all, I was worried about the doctors not finding anything at all wrong with me and I knew deep down that I was sick and there was no evidence that I was sick in all the tests I had. Well as it ended up, They did find out that I was really sick, and they had the evidence.
So the moral of my little illustration is: I stressed out needlessly, I knew I was sick, and the doctors kept persisting until they found out what was wrong with me.
Last edited by Linda From Australia; 12-31-2010 at 01:16 AM.
Diagnosed with Lupus - 22 June, 2010