… hypochondriac is that there usually is something wrong with me, albeit not the diagnosis I feared. Case-in-point: my hand started getting tingly and numb while typing or driving. I feared I had a brain tumor and told no one about it for nine months. Turns out, a nerve in my elbow was being compressed. Two surgeries later, it’s largely fixed, save for the irreparable damage I did by being a fucking idiot and not telling anyone about the symptoms for almost a year.