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=== How I Got Here (Part I) ([http://www.findthelostring.com/ariadne/detail.do?postId=1023 link]) === | === How I Got Here (Part I) ([http://www.findthelostring.com/ariadne/detail.do?postId=1023 link]) === | ||
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How I Got Here (Part I) (link)
01 March 2008 - 2.56 PM
- This is the story of how I became a "medical mystery"...
- After I woke up on February 12, I spent a week in the hospital.
- I got a lot of attention from the doctors. Apparently, my kind of amnesia is extremely rare. So rare, in fact, the doctors thought I might be faking.
- Of course, they didn’t actually accuse me of faking. They were too nice for that. But they did keep asking me the same questions, basically interrogating me. I could tell they were trying to get me to slip up.
- Well, I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t believe a story this weird either – if it wasn’t happening to me.
- The doctors decided I wasn’t faking it. So they started doing tests. Lots and lots of tests. I was poked, scanned and jabbed for three days straight. They wired me up, ran toxicology reports, and measured me in a hundred different ways.
- When they weren’t testing me, they were watching me. I would wake up, and there would be a pair of doctors just hovering over me. It was actually kind of creepy.
- After six days of tests and observations, the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with me.
- So they just plain gave up.
- According to the MRI scan, my brain’s perfectly fine. No trauma, no damage, no tumors, no sharp objects lodged in odd places. There’s no physical reason I should have completely forgotten who I am and where I came from.
- As for my body, it’s more than fine. My cardio stamina and muscle endurance were basically off the charts. It sounds ridiculous, but they say that my body’s primed for Olympic-level competition. They actually contacted local trainers and national coaches to see if maybe I’d gone missing from a team. Unfortunately, none of them had any idea who I am.
- Meanwhile the doctors started calling me Ariadne – because of where I woke up. You know, Greek mythology. I guess it could have been worse. They called have called me Minotaur. Grrrrrrowl………!
- In the end, it all boiled down to this: Since there’s apparently nothing wrong with me, doctors can’t cure me. Not to mention, I don’t have any money or health insurance, so the hospital wasn’t too keen on my hanging around and getting all those expensive tests.
- The discharged me from the hospital, and I had no place to go.
- I would have been totally lost, if I hadn’t met Kai.
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