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My husband was miserable. He had been suffering terribly for such a long time. It started with a stuffy nose and sore throat which quickly escalated to a sinus infection. His doctor prescribed an antibiotic. His sore throat became raw and incredibly painful. Eating became a chore. The burning sensation spread to the inside of his mouth, particularly his tongue.

Being the ever helpful and dutiful wife, I went to the best of the best self-diagnosing sites on the internet. After plugging in the affected areas of his body, I got a definitive answer.

He's going through menopause.

Surprisingly, he didn't take me at my word. He called his doctor who asked about antibiotics and indicated that the medication had killed the good bacteria and here's a prescription.

It cleared up. Go figure.



Just in case you didn't know, Web MD often gets things right on the dollar, as seen here and here. They are quite a pair; one with his bags packed and ready to fly off to the leprosy colony in Hawaii while the other is treating her undiagnosed case of cancer.

Moral of the story: Always trust what's on the internet. It's true.

Comments

  1. Internet knows best. I think you were on to something with the Male Menopause.

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  2. Bahahahahaha! That is too funny! I can't imagine why he didn't accept your diagnosis. He must have been really sick to not believe you and call the doctor anyway.

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  3. Oh, I know. I believer EVERYTHING I read online. Same goes for email.

    Any day now, I should be getting that $3.2 million from that nice barrister in Nigeria.

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  4. what I can't believe, is that the doctor didn't look into the possibility of menopause. What is healthcare coming to?

    Thanks for siting me!

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  5. This made me snort! Gotta love diagnosing yourself over the Internet!

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  6. LOL yeah, you can always believe the internet - why would it lie?! ROFLMBO!!!!!!!

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  7. Yeah I have survived countless diseases thanks to WebMD

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  8. Probably all wrong...

    ... sounds like he's pregnant to me.

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  9. Awesome. Come to think of it, I think my husband is going through menopause too. I wonder if there's a pill for that.

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  10. I hope that isn't sarcasm. Because I totally just won the Nigerian lottery. I just have to send them my account number...

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  11. If it's in print, it MUST be true. I think that's a rule somewhere.

    On another note, you could try Medline Plus. Another great self-diagnosing website.

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  12. His "doctor" is clearly a quack. The interenets know all.

    (A hysterectomy can't be far behind, the poor dear.)

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  13. You are just too funny!

    It just sounds like a bad case of PMT to me! Poor love. Just pop him to bed with a hot water bottle, two paracetamol and a bar of chocolate....

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  14. Oh I love it! I haven't tried that trick out, but I just might have to. On the other hand, can you imagine what kind of media circus it would be were he going through menopause? ;)

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  15. I homeschool and order most stuff second hand online. I have been using a reading system that comes in a box with a ton of stuff and wanted to start the program with my second kiddo. I got online thinking I could just find the replacement workbooks for it instead of buying the whole curriculum again and spent a frustrating hour browsing amazon, ebay, googling etc. Eventually I went and got the box which had a huge help line number on the side. When called a motherly person on the other end sells you brand new replacement books for cheaper than online. Maybe the internet is not always the source of power I thought it was (sigh).

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