Howard’s Hypochondria Continues

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Howard complained that his building had hired someone to clean the brass ceiling of the building’s lobby – by spraying it with polyurethane: “I get a whiff of this smell and my lungs are on fire. I get up to my apartment and I say, ‘Uh-oh. I’ve got lung cancer…and I don’t know if I’ve worked myself up, but I get shortness of breath and I’m dizzy.”

Robin thought Howard was nuts: “You’re the most amazing psychosomatic I’ve ever seen.”