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[edit] 01 March 2008 - 2.56 PM
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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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