When I worked in advertising, I was regularly educated on the diseases for which my client provided medicines. One afternoon, while learning of an inhaled form of insulin, I became lightheaded. I needed to leave the meeting, felt the sweats coming on, and excused myself promptly. It had nothing to do with the drug education and everything to do with my slightly psycho brain.
Like a medical student, every month I was convinced I was carrying a different disease, or hosting a dormant condition. That month, I was quite certain, I’d be diagnosed with type II diabetes… someday. I got the sweats and felt shortness of breath, right there in the meeting. I was convinced I had the ‘beeties. So I encourage Linus to lick my toes, ya know, while I’ve still got ’em.