Hypochondriac Enthusiast Mugs

How to Keep the Doctors Guessing

'I checked the database, Mrs. Nimitz. There's no such symptom.'

"I'm afraid we'll have to operate. Your appendix has an infection and it's extremely aggressive."

Providing Healthcare For All

'Well, what do I have?...Within reason, of course.'

"Your test results are in...now the interpretations can begin."

"It's interpret-your-own-test-results day today."

'I hope what I have isn't catching.'

"Things look good but let's run a few more tests since mortality runs in your family."

'I told you not to look up your ailments on the internet' - computer screen reads 'You have 3 days to live',

Hypochondria Hospital

"I think I'm coming down with something."

"Hypochondriac's handbook. A little passion project I'm working on;, or, rather, I would be working on."

"Apparently reading about cancer can give you cancer!"

'I know just how you feel.'

'No, you haven't missed much. Pretty well everyone called in sick.'

'Life is ruining your health.'

Stay away from Pigs.

'While I'm here, Doctor . . .'

'I'm convinced I've got page 68 of my medical dictionary, doctor!'

'The good news is it's not bird flu.'

'What seems to be the problem?' - 'I've got bubonic plague.' - 'Okay... so what symptoms do you have?' - 'Well, I feel chilly and I had a muscle cramp. They're both symptoms of plague.' - 'I hate Wikipedia.' - 'It says here that you should prescribe...'

Health MOT's will attract 'worried well': I've looked up my symptoms on the internet and I think I've got ALL these life threatening illnesses.

Hospital. Patient to stomach specialist: 'What's your gut-feeling, Doctor?'

'Are you a hypochondriac who has everything but your regular placebo isn't doing the job? Talk to your doctor about the new extra-strength placebo.'

I feel fine! Ready to go home!

'There's nothing wrong with you that a couple placebos won't cure.'

"I looked up your rash online. Have you recently been to one of the moons of Saturn? Or, it could just be poison ivy."

"Well, Phil, after years of vague complaints and imaginary ailments, we finally have something to work with."

'Like I've told you before, Mrs. Spencer, it's all in your head.'

'You have what we in the medical profession call, a mystery illness, which might give you an idea of the prognosis.'

Edna's Doctor Fantasy

Type A Flu.

Placebo Clinic: 'Mr Yomp, someone who may or may not be a doctor, will see you now...'