Katy's Interesting Fact Expanded

Few have experienced the joys of the emergency room for less help than I have. I have had strange unexplainable causes that continue to make my life a myriad of journeys to the hospital, or at least the doctors. During my year in England alone I visited the emergency room three times, and my continuous trips to the doctors became almost bi-weekly. I wonder often if I have hypocondriac tendencies that continually make me imagine illnesses just to get out and see a medical specialist. I think my doctors must have wondered it as well. I have been diagnosed with a multitude of nothings. Low potassium, low iron, migraines, and most often "I don't know." Nothing is more depressing than a doctor who tells you he doesn't know what is wrong with you. What is the point of having all those years in medical school if you can't diagnose diseases? Heck, I could tell someone if they are having a heart attack.

So what is this all leading to? In the course of a month I had one headache, or migraine, unfortunately it lasted all month, and well into the next one. I was brought to the emergency room by a concerned friend and his wife. As the doctor examined me by all the well-known cliches, eyes, throat, so forth, I continued to crack jokes to my friend. I insisted that the only cure for my headache would be to drill a hole in my head to let the evil spirits out. At the end of the session, the doctor had only one prognostic for me, "You are a very cheeky girl." It came down to that, so proudly I stand with my cheeky humor, against all of the medical world.