Hypochondriak or child of mother nature?

Some famous hypochrondriacs remind me that I am not alone and also remind me about thinking about myself:

Glenn Gould: The Canadian pianist suffered from severe hypochondria and would avoid obsessively anyone who exhibited signs of a cold or flu.
Me: Don't know who this man is and I do not usually go out of my way to avoid people with colds and flus, though I did last week at work due to not wanting to be sick during my upcoming vacation. My office is like one big germ mill, everyone is sick and it is fucking disgusting.

Sara Teasdale: An American poet and hypochondriac whose preoccupation with death often appeared in her poetry. On January 29, 1933, a blood vessel in her hand ruptured. Sure that she was about to die, she took some sleeping pills, got into the bathtub, and died of an overdose.
Me: I wouldn't take sleeping pills and I also wouldn't think to take a bath, so no worries friends.

Tennessee Williams: His severe hypochondria was one of the contributors to his debilitating alcohol and drug dependence.
Me: Fun fact from wikipedia, "Tennessee Williams died at the age of 71 after he choked on an eyedrop bottle cap in his room at the Hotel Elysee in New York. He would routinely place the cap in his mouth, lean back, and place his eyedrops in each eye, pretending he was a walrus." I don't really understand how that imitation of a walrus works.

James Boswell: Suffered from hypochondria and depression and wrote about his ailments in his famous journals and letters.
Me: A man that on further research "tended to plumpness" and held "an ingratiating sense of good humor," the terms Boswell, Boswellian, and Boswellism meaning a constant companion and observer was coined after him, he wrote a monthly series called The Hypochondriak, and most importantly was a man who said "I do fairly acknowledge that I love drinking" which, coupled with venereal disease, led to his death. Sexcellent!

Adolf Hitler: The dictator was a hypochondriac who was always obsessing about his health. He had a personal doctor who prescribed him countless pills, including amphetamins [sic].
Me: I finally get to use sic - sick! BTW, Hitler and I have so much in common!!! Wasn't he a vegetarian too?

Howard Hughes: The billionaire eccentric was frightened of germs and illness to such an extent that he became a recluse. He would not shake hands with people and kept several doctors on staff.
Me: You know, I met someone the other night who was introduced to three people at once and after shaking two hands, he said with obvious irritation, "That's enough handshaking for tonight." I wondered briefly if he was a fellow hypochondriac but instead simply concluded that he was stupid and that I did not like him one bit. I remember my roommate introduced him using his full name though she did not use the first and last name of the other people present during the introduction; I think this is because she thinks his full name is handsome and unique - it was something like Storm Fields.

Me: So I'm not exactly a germaphobe and I don't necessarily mind shaking hands though I do know that doing so promotes the common cold. I'm not so much afraid of what people can give me more than what I can give myself through over-obsessing, cyberchondriac-like tendencies. If I cannot find a friend who happens to be a doctor, one that I can call at 2am to ask if I am exhibiting the symptoms of meningitis (and if not meningitis, then possibly a blood clot? Ruptured blood vessel?), then perhaps all I really need is to channel the wisdom of Malibu: