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My cardiologist called last week and wanted me to come in for an appointment to check a condition that she'd discovered when I went in for a(n) (seemingly unrelated) ailment. She's one of the senior cardiologists at one of the best hospitals in the country, which is comforting.

What's not comforting? When she finds something 'off' and she has to check with other specialists before she can tell me anything. When you have something weird with your body that no one can quite figure out. When even at a hospital where they've seen EVERYTHING, the nurses still look at you and say "wow! that's weird! how'd you do that?" When you return a call from your doctor and her assistant tells you to hold on because the doctor asked to be paged as soon as you called. When you have to go in for an MRI or CT and they're not even sure what they're looking for.

And I don't know if this is a good or bad thing, but: you are either just fine but with a weird body, or there is something very seriously wrong with you.

As all of the fine residents of Los Angeles can now attest: when it rains, kiddos, it pours.