I'm a cyberchondriac

This new paper, by Microsoft Research scientists Ryen White and Eric Horvitz, must have been written about me.   Web search is my first stop whenever I am wondering about a physical ailment (I mean, condition--well, you know what I mean:  some physical situation where I'm just not sure what's happening).

If I didn't have the internet, I'd probably assume that slight headache is just caused by, oh, the large volume of wine I had last night for dinner.  But nooooo, on the internet I'm exposed to so many more possibilities: like brain tumor.  In fact, according to White&Horvitz, the nature of search results is such that I'm far more likely to gravitate to the brain tumor explanation than another, more likely one.

But what's wrong with that?  Isn't more knowledge better?  Having recently had my genome sequenced, I'm probably not the typical web surfer, so maybe the consequences don't apply to me.  Even without the internet, I have a pretty good imagination when it comes to considering all the dire possibilities that may lie waiting for me.

I'd write more about this but lately I've had this weird tingling feeling on my scalp and, um, I need to do a little search to get to the bottom of it.

Published 25 November 08 04:12 by sprague

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# infoblog » I’m a cyberchondriac said on November 25, 2008 8:48 PM:

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# Robert Stewart said on November 26, 2008 2:10 AM:

Despite repeated false diagnoses, I still turn to web search engines for my initial medical advice.

A few years ago, I had severe pain in my left hip and nearly fell while getting out of bid. Of course, I dragged myself directly over to my laptop for the snap diagnosis. Clearly, I must have dislocated my hip.

I then let my wife take me in to see my doctor, who convinced me that if I had dislocated my hip, I would be in a helluva lot more pain. He then proceeded to tell me a non helpful story about when he was a resident and had to get help from another resident to dislocate the hip of a cadaver, a rite of passage apparently required of all residents.

The real diagnosis - bursitis. That made me feel really old, since the radio ads I remembered for medications for bursitis and arthritis always seemed to be targeted at octogenarians. Next time, I'm not going to squat for hours without a break sanding doorway thresholds. I'll pay someone if I have to.

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