It might be an ulcer, a bleed or cancer, perhaps it is indigestion..... To tell you the truth, we have absolutely no clue, try this pill.

One thing that I found so significant that it stuck with me through my training is when I read about the importance of a diagnosis.
When a someone is diagnosed with a certain condition after numerous instances of being prodded and poked, and having parts of them scrutinised under microscope (sometimes quite literally). There is an overwhelming sense of relief, the relief that firstly there is a name for this affliction they have had to live with for all this time, and secondly knowing that other people have gone through this same journey. It all boils down to not having to go through things alone and in isolation from the rest of the population, and perhaps the chance of there being a cure.

Having read Saidateted's
entry on Quarter-life
crisis I saw the link to wikipedia, which to my surprise contained an entry on what I narcissistically thought nobody else had ever experienced.
Knowing that my sudden lack of interest of going through the motions of keeping in touch with friends and intense bouts of jealousy I experience when I see the lovely Scarlett Johanssen who has a couple of months and a couple of million pounds on me, wasn't all that unique. Another infuriating this which has haunted me since graduating, is the ever so annoying Catch-22 famously coined by Mr. Joseph Heller himself, the false notion that several probabillities have to co-exist in order for a certain outcome to be realised. Take a newly qualified BSc nursing student for example, he or she wants to take on a job in the operating theatre, or in wound care, or anywhere else specialised for that matter but for them to be able to work in that area they need to have 1 or two years experience within that area to begin with!

This was just another chip to this armour I wear which I believed to be uniquely my own. Pah!!!