For years, whenever I experienced the mildest twinge of discomfort, I consulted Dr. Google. If I had belly bloat, I never blamed the five-bean kale soup; I typed “bloated stomach” into Google (a.k.a. WhatsKillingYou.com) and prepared for the end.
This turmoil wreaked havoc on my diet. (When every evening meal could be your Last Supper, you might as well eat the entire pound cake.) It also destroyed my sleep. (Did you know insomnia can be a sign of Parkinson’s? You’re welcome.)
Here, the full essay from this month’s Oprah magazine (buy it, too!):