Symptoms

There could be all manner of explanations as to why you feel certain ways on certain days, miss. But I am telling you now, there is nothing wrong with you. Physically, you're as healthy as a horse.

And looking at her, you would tend to agree - the sight of her is something to behold.
She has immaculate skin- a pale complexion, which by no means means she is less healthy than a more tanned, healthier looking woman, quite to the contrary in fact. Her eyes are black. Natures black; a dark shade of brown.
A good looking girl, so good looking in fact, that one might say she wouldn't need much in the way of brains, because everyone knows that if you are good looking you don't really need brains. It's just a perk if you have them.

But this good looking girl suffers. Which may make some people of the jealous variety rather happy to hear.
She gets bizarre headaches almost daily. They come in all shapes and sizes, these headaches. And the headaches are just the beginning.

Thus, she sits here, in the trusty doctors room and irritably taps her fingers on his dark wood desk.

I don't understand doctor, I certainly do not feel anywhere near as healthy as a horse. Quite the opposite in fact. Have I not come to you on many an occasion complaining of these very symptoms? Surely the mere fact that they are reoccurring is proof enough that I am most certainly not as healthy as a horse?
Or are you inadvertently suggesting that I am not altogether right up here?

As she said this, she pointed to her head.

Do you think I am imagining these headaches doctor? Because I can tell you right now, there are far better things I could be imagining, I can assure you of that!
And quite frankly doctor, I'm rather appalled at the very notion that you may suggest such a thing. I am not a crazy woman.
I simply am not well. And the more you tell me other wise, the more panicked I get and I am not a very sweet lady once panicked. So please, if you'll be so kind...

And with that she got up, took off her red coat and began toward the patient's bed behind the white curtain.

There were pokings and proddings and general testings of various body parts and then the doctor said right, you may get dressed.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, like I said, as healthy as a...

Sigh.