Sometimes doctors don't tell you things that the world wide web do.

I'm no doctor, but I think I've figured it out.

The third doctor didn't offer me any worthy advise. I even had to request a x-ray to be done on me, just to be sure.

My organs sound alright. My X-rays look normal. My doctors probably think I'm okay too since all I got were some arthritis painkillers, rheumatism plasters and vitamins which "help support the nervous system and provide a sense of balance and wellbeing".

Yeah, arthritis and rheumatism. I am old and psycho.

This pain is not normal and it's not okay. WHY DON'T THE DOCTORS GET IT?

My most bazaar haircut ever.

I was in pain for an entire week. Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, unable to breathe, yet too stubborn to check myself into the A&E and to succumb to the acute piercing pain on my chest and upper back. I was so worried for my dear life that I even visited the neighbourhood doctor and paid him 21 bucks, just so that he can listen to my heart and lungs through his stethoscope. I didn't go there for his diagnosis, because I already know what he would say - "It's probably acid reflux. Take these pills and have your meals regularly."

I know it's not acid reflux. Stop telling me it's acid reflux. It's not heartburn, so stop telling me that it is.

Today came. The day I made an appointment with my family doctor at the hospital. I woke up bright and early, determined to get to the bottom of this. I was prepared to spend the whole day in the hospital if need be. But guess what? I woke up with no pain whatsoever; when the night before, I had to sleep on my belly and cry myself to sleep.

"So what's wrong with you today?" Dr. Low asked.

"I'm fine today, but my chest hurts so bad the past week."

He went on to ask me some questions, took my blood pressure, listen to my organs through his mighty stethoscope, and figured that it might be muscle tension. He gave me some pills and recommend that I do some breathing exercise in the morning.

"Thank you Dr. Low!" I skipped out of his office, finally glad that I got a diagnosis that actually make a little bit of sense, or maybe because I've always trusted Dr. Low a lot more that the doctor from the neighbourhood.

I proceed on to spend the day with my sister, had a silly haircut and watched a movie. Everything went well until dinner time; the pain hit me again. I ate the painkillers that Dr. Low prescribed but it has no effect whatsoever on me.

Argh!! I hope it's not fibromyalgia or pleurisy.

... that the WAG strike ended a while ago, and new episodes of our favorite TV shows are now available?

... and my current favorite show is Gossip Girl.



Bitchy TV is therapeutic.