Medical Student Syndrome

My months of medical school hypochondriasis have finally paid off—at various points in this year's curriculum,  I had convinced myself (with varying degrees of certainty) that I might have tongue cancer, a MRSA infection on my arm, meningitis, a subarachnoid hemorrhage, and I can't even remember what else, but fortunately, I've been very wrong each time. But today I was going over a lecture about sleep disorders and realized that for the first time, I actually meet the all diagnostic criteria for something real! Apparently I have restless leg syndrome! Um, I do not plan on seeking treatment, considering it's never actually bothered me; I never even knew it was weird until I got married and Michael started making fun of the way I have to kick my legs sometimes at night, . I'm very pleased to find that even the paranoid, diagnostically blind medical student sometimes finds a nut!