Hypochondriac?

Since our house sold so quickly, I have been staying at my buddy, Gavin's house while I finish up my M.Div and my ministry responsibilities. I woke up to Gavin knocking on the door. He came into my room to let me know that he had to bail from our morning meeting where I have been going over a book study with him and some other guys. Apparently, Gavin has a staph infection in his upper lip. I would never had pinpointed that diagnosis. I thought it looked like he got sucker punched from his wife, Nicole. In fact, I'm still not convinced that isn't the case.

He calls me later and tells me how contagious it is (it was in fact staph), but then goes on to "reassure" me that I'm ok...just after he described how rare this strand probably is and how the doctor kept telling him how lucky he is that he caught it this quickly. After I get off the phone, I started to wonder if I have it already. I think I do...my kidneys kind of hurt, I'm coughing (oh wait, I've been coughing since Feb.) and I noticed that when I try to touch my toes, my hamstrings seem to ache more than usually (not sure why I thought this would be an indicator of staph)!

In all seriousness, the mind is pretty crazy isn't it? I don't think I have staph...I pray I don't. BUT just the mention of it can almost drive your mind wild. Make fun of me all you want...but I'm sure you do the same. Don't you?