Is a Self-Diagnosis Ever Correct?

The other day at work I was walking through the halls at lunch time, doing my usual lunch-monitoring to make sure no "sneaky" students were getting away with something they shouldn't be. I came across a girl who was dressed like she was outside. She had her big winter coat on and a big fluffy beanie. Well unfortunately, our school has a dress code that includes no hats being allowed. So I approached her to ask her to take off her hat. Our conversation unfolded thusly:

Me: Could you take your hat off please?

Her: I have hypothermia.

Me:..............(thinking, not really sure where to go from this point, what do you say to someone who thinks they have hypothermia?) Um...you have hypothermia?

Her: Yeah. I always have to wear a coat and hat.

Me: Um....Why would you be walking around school perfectly healthy-like and not at home or you know....the hospital!?!? Recovering???

Her: I'm just always really cold so I have to wear a hat all the time.

Me: So what did you do to get said hypothermia?

Her: I'm just always really cold.

Me: So......you haven't had some life-threatening event where you were exposed to the elements for an extended period of time and you had to be hospitalized to get your core body temp back up???

Her: Well, no. I'm actually more just self-diagnosed. I'm always really cold!

Me: Uh huh. Well. I'm pretty sure you don't have hypothermia. You know, seeing as how nothing has happened to you.

I then proceeded to explain what hypothermia actually was and how just being a cold person doesn't mean you have it. Therefore, she could take off her hat.

Oh my.

Comments

Potters said…

Hahahahaha :)

March 2, 2013 at 10:16 PM

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