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I gal I work with suffers from hypochondria. I try to be supportive of her but there are times I've broken down in hysterical laughter with tears streaming down my face. Other times I'm short with her but I've come to grips with the fact that dealing with her puts a significant drain on my energy and patience.
I like her a lot. When she's not dying she's a fun and caring person but she's dying at least twice a week and drives to the ED a few times a month.
Headache = Stroke
Heartburn = Heart attack
Gas Pain = Cancer
When she's dying she's consumed with the fear of it. She panics and the terror is easy to read in her face. I've done deep breathing with her, begged her to see a psychiatrist, listened to her, counseled her. I don't know what to do for this poor girl.
I tell her to go to the doctor and get a full check up so that she'll *know* she's not dying. She tells me:
She can't go to the doctor because they'll tell her that she is dying and that will be worse........AND the exam is really only good for about six months because then the cancer can start growing and she'll be back where she started.
I ask her to stop brainwashing herself with negative stories and start telling herself stories where she's successful.
I gave her breathing exercises to do and practiced them with her.
I advised her countless times to seek counseling and medication.
I've gotten fed up with it all and then felt horrible about it. I gotta live with myself and I can't push someone away who's in obvious distress but on the other hand, all of my resources can't be drained away by one person and sometimes it feels like that's happening.
I'm not sure what to do. I've been in this pickle for almost two years and she's not getting better or seeking help. She's actually getting worse. One of the friends on her pool team did have a heart attack and she came to work later that week and showed me a nitro pill that she got from him.
O.M.G.
I came unglued and insisted that she throw it away
She said it made her feel better to have it in her purse.........just in case.
She just wanted that pill in her purse to use as a security blanket. I said, "Sweetie, what happens if you faint because it's hot outside and someone digs in your purse and puts the nitro pill in your mouth because they think they're helping you?
She told me a few days later that she lost the pill. I doubt that's true but that's her story.
Here's the other thing: She's terrified of taking a pill of any kind. She was congested last week (because the cottonwoods are letting loose right now) and she was convinced it was stroke/cancer related. I finally convinced her to take a Tylenol Congestion pill, just one. Once her congestion symptoms started to dissipate, she started coming down from the mountain of fear.
Oh yeah, that's the other thing. We work in a hospital and she said the only time she feels really safe is when she's at work. Sometimes late at night when she thinks she's dying she gets in her car and drives to the ED. She said by the time she gets there she feels so much better that she doesn't have to go inside. Just being there is enough to give her the security of well being that she seeks.
So..........
Whether or not she seeks counseling, medication, or any other proactive treatment is out of my control.
I care about her. I want her to have the tools she needs to overcome this. I can't shut her down.
I care about me. I want to give her want she needs, which appears to be my attention, but I'm having some conflicts with my own resources and what I have left after I speak with her.
I don't know if what I'm feeling is cumulative from dealing with this for two years or if it's because of the pressures at work over the last month. It's probably the added recent pressures.
I just feel drained.
How do you help someone like that?

I like her a lot. When she's not dying she's a fun and caring person but she's dying at least twice a week and drives to the ED a few times a month.
Headache = Stroke
Heartburn = Heart attack
Gas Pain = Cancer
When she's dying she's consumed with the fear of it. She panics and the terror is easy to read in her face. I've done deep breathing with her, begged her to see a psychiatrist, listened to her, counseled her. I don't know what to do for this poor girl.
I tell her to go to the doctor and get a full check up so that she'll *know* she's not dying. She tells me:
She can't go to the doctor because they'll tell her that she is dying and that will be worse........AND the exam is really only good for about six months because then the cancer can start growing and she'll be back where she started.
I ask her to stop brainwashing herself with negative stories and start telling herself stories where she's successful.
I gave her breathing exercises to do and practiced them with her.
I advised her countless times to seek counseling and medication.
I've gotten fed up with it all and then felt horrible about it. I gotta live with myself and I can't push someone away who's in obvious distress but on the other hand, all of my resources can't be drained away by one person and sometimes it feels like that's happening.
I'm not sure what to do. I've been in this pickle for almost two years and she's not getting better or seeking help. She's actually getting worse. One of the friends on her pool team did have a heart attack and she came to work later that week and showed me a nitro pill that she got from him.
O.M.G.
I came unglued and insisted that she throw it away
She said it made her feel better to have it in her purse.........just in case.
She just wanted that pill in her purse to use as a security blanket. I said, "Sweetie, what happens if you faint because it's hot outside and someone digs in your purse and puts the nitro pill in your mouth because they think they're helping you?
She told me a few days later that she lost the pill. I doubt that's true but that's her story.
Here's the other thing: She's terrified of taking a pill of any kind. She was congested last week (because the cottonwoods are letting loose right now) and she was convinced it was stroke/cancer related. I finally convinced her to take a Tylenol Congestion pill, just one. Once her congestion symptoms started to dissipate, she started coming down from the mountain of fear.
Oh yeah, that's the other thing. We work in a hospital and she said the only time she feels really safe is when she's at work. Sometimes late at night when she thinks she's dying she gets in her car and drives to the ED. She said by the time she gets there she feels so much better that she doesn't have to go inside. Just being there is enough to give her the security of well being that she seeks.
So..........
Whether or not she seeks counseling, medication, or any other proactive treatment is out of my control.
I care about her. I want her to have the tools she needs to overcome this. I can't shut her down.
I care about me. I want to give her want she needs, which appears to be my attention, but I'm having some conflicts with my own resources and what I have left after I speak with her.
I don't know if what I'm feeling is cumulative from dealing with this for two years or if it's because of the pressures at work over the last month. It's probably the added recent pressures.
I just feel drained.
How do you help someone like that?