The Republic of Dr Hypochondriac is a gargantuan, pleasant nation, ruled by High Fever with an even hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 10.362 billion Dr Hypochondriacians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Public Transport, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sick Sicky. The average income tax rate is 34.8%.

The Dr Hypochondriacian economy, worth 313 trillion guilders a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Woodchip Exports, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is frequent. Average income is 30,234 guilders, with the richest citizens earning 5.4 times as much as the poorest.

Children are raised bilingual from an early age, cars have been banned, allergy-sufferers must wear gas masks before venturing outdoors, and access to the woods is only granted to those who bring a small shrubbery. Crime is a problem. Dr Hypochondriac's national animal is the cow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Sick Day.

Dr Hypochondriac is ranked 248,176^th in the world and 10,137^th in Osiris for Lowest Crime Rates, with 52.56 law-abiding acts per hour.