Hippocrates was RIGHT!

I went to my doctor almost a week ago, complaining to him of chills, lightheadedness, a cramp in my leg, fatigue and headaches. He was stumped. Like, completely stumped. About all he did was check to make sure my lymph nodes weren't swollen, which would indicate a return of mono. He didn't find that. Oh, and he also poked me in the leg really hard where it hurts, either out of malice or from wanting to experience by the proxy of my anguished moans just HOW BAD it hurt.

He sent me to their lab to have a blood sample taken. Due to my acute fear of needles and most anything touching on the subject of blood, this was a traumatic event to say the least. His nurse practitioner called me today to tell me that there's nothing wrong with my blood. "Bitch! There's something fucking wrong with my BODY! Can't you see the forest for the trees!?" I replied, though not in those words. She said she would confer with the doctor when he returned tomorrow, presumably from a vacation to his money bin.

Well, this led to an approximately five-minute AIM conversation with Amanda J. Gulley, in which she asked me questions about my leg, rather than poking at it really hard. By clever manipulation of the mysterious point-and-click interface on WebMD, she told me that I probably had a potassium deficiency. So I ate a banana.

And now I feel better.