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Teenage Romances, Wikipedia & Hypochondria

When I was in junior high, I read about a dozen books by an author named Lurlene McDaniel. I loved her stories. Teenage romance, good moral values, and cancer. Or HIV. Maybe diabetes. Some sort of life-threatening illness that is about to ruin lives.

I forgot about Lurlene and all of her tear-jerking novels. Until I was in the shower this afternoon and noticed a bruise on my leg. On the side of my calf, the outside of my knee. I have no idea how it got there.

Unexplained bruising is one of the symptoms of leukemia. I believe at least one of Lurlene's heroines was eventually diagnosed with leukemia after random, inexplicable bruising...which of course, is now my first thought every time I find a bruise I don't remember. Today, I made the connection back to the books that introduced me to this fact.

(My roommate Wendy has a similar relationship with extended thirst & diabetes, all thanks to an episode of Happy Days.)

I should never go on Wikipedia for medical information. This time, as I read about leukemia, I found out that I have petechiae; I've been wondering for a year or so what those little red pinpricks were called. None of the causal illnesses of petechiae are very pleasant...

Comments

Laura J said…
you are ridiculous.
Beth said…
what? i have been getting those little dots! i actually have been meaning to ask you about them but wikipedia beat you to a diagnosis ;)
Katie V. said…
That's what I think when I have an unexplained bruise! But it happens so often....
Vanessa said…
Oh Lurlene McDaniel...I had totally forgotten about her!
Hm...I may check out the library the next time I go ... :)
nadine said…
I completely forgot about Lurlene McDaniel!!!

There was something about young love and impending death that really resonated with me as a teenager.

I don't use Wikipedia, but I certainly abuse Google when I think I'm dying :) I've actually convinced doctors to give me much-needed medical testing based on my findings.
Laura J said…
usually, ONE symptom does not a disease make. It's usually one of a few. It's a good thing you didn't go to nursing school or medical school. You'd be a complete disaster then! (or you'd learn to deny everything like all of us.)
Anonymous said…
I agree with Laura, you are ridiculous and you make me laugh:) I hope the bruise is gone! Your roommate.

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