worse case scenario, hypochonditis, combined with house, and grey's anatomy, and private practice, stir, combine with a brain, and the mind starts to churn, throw in some actual medical second hand knowledge, an understanding of diagnosis through testing, instead of guessing, and a reluctance to test until it's really serious, and you get a perfect storm, and people who know better, well, they always do, and doctors make the worst patients, but stuck, wondering, what's related, what fits, and why i wouldn't make a good diagnostician, and deciding just to suck it up, and sleep, and hope the body repairs itself. hopes.