Mary Roach Quotes

I've either got an acute case of hypochondria or I'm falling apart at the age of twenty-three.

Among the Internet's many gains for humanity, decreasing paranoia has not been one of them. Anything from that lump under your armpit to what's lurking in the sea - just type it into a search engine and watch your nerves explode.

I was a fat child; I was asthmatic. No wonder I'm a hypochondriac.

I have Googled so many things related to possible diseases, and it's always ridiculous. Like, 'My toe is hurting. Do I have cancer?' 'I have a scratch in my eye. Am I going to die soon?' 'Is eating a soup going to make me die?'

After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours, I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a symptom of hypochondria.

What person doesn't search online about their disease after they are diagnosed?

Google is one of the most incredible breakthroughs that we have today. Yes, it can scare a lot of patients, thinking we're all dying because we look up something on Google. But there's also a lot of anecdotal information from parents, firsthand accounts of what they did for their own child.

I am as far from a hypochondriac as you could ever be.

My most annoying habit is complaining about my aches and pains. It's the new ones that I haven't identified yet that make me nervous. According to my wife, I complain way too much. I may be a borderline hypochondriac, or you could say I am fascinated by the body - at least by mine.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

When I was a kid, I was mostly pretty sane. I've gotten more hypochondriacal.

If you start to think of your physical and moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.

This is really the common mentality of prisoners: they read with great attention all the articles that deal with illnesses and send away for treatises and "be your own doctor" or "emergency treatments" and end up by discovering that they have at least 300 or 400 illnesses, whose symptoms they are experiencing.

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.

All the powers of imagination combine in hypochondria.

I think hypochondria always plays a part in the healthcare landscape.

There's some herb that's good for everybody, except for them that thinks they're sick when they ain't.

If man thinks about his physical or moral state he usually discovers that he is ill.

She navigated away from the Parish Council message board and dropped into her favorite medical website, where she painstakingly entered the words "brain" and "death" in the search box. The suggestions were endless. Shirley scrolled through the possibilities, her mild eyes rolling up and down, wondering to which of these deadly conditions, some of them unpronounceable, she owed her present happiness.

I have a lot of health anxiety.

Quit worrying about your health. It will go away.

Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.

If I ran to a doctor every time I got a little cyst or abrasion, I'd still be in Nova Scotia.

I'm a big believer in doing everything you can and everything in your power to change the outcome. But health is one of those things you can't control, and it's a very scary thing for me.