The Misery of Self-Diagnosis

I've been feeling crook for a few weeks now. Someone asked if I had sought medical advice? Of course... Dr. Google. I typed in my symptoms online, researched all the available medical information and deduced (emphatically) that my sinus was blocked because of a gluten intolerance. That hurt - half my daily diet is gluten-packed. Anyway, I decided to reduce my gluten intake for a couple of weeks to see if that helped. It didn't make a difference.

Next: During a random bookstore perusal, I picked up Deb Shapiro's book, "Your Body Speaks Your Mind." It's an unusual read (at least for me), a rather odd theory about how most physical ailments are related to the emotional/mental state of a person. According to the book, a blocked sinus could be a result of: blocked emotions/unreleased tension/stuffy feelings/lack of creative outlets.

That's it. I just have to learn to release my emotions.

Information is so readily available to us, is it any wonder that we're getting too smart for our own good?
I quit playing Mr. Know It All and went to see a doctor this morning. My blocked sinus was, after all, a reaction to the increased levels of dust and pollen over the past few weeks. "Welcome to Sydney," she said and prescribed a few days of rest and a nasal spray.