The Doctor said, "Okay. Your vitals are normal. What's up?"
"I'm not sure. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."
"What do you mean, "uncomfortable"? Do you hurt somewhere?"
"Well .. yeah. I have this pain in my neck that won't go away. It's right here." And with that, he put two fingers to his neck, on the right side, just above the collarbone.
The Doctor left the room saying, "I'll be right back." A minute later she was back in the room. "Here, put this pill under your tongue."
Then he said, "I feel better." And she said "Nurse!! Call an ambulance!!"
The above little snippet is true, as near as I can recollect it. Almost 5 years ago 'He' was me, and 'The Doctor' was my doctor, Dr. Farah T. After two days in the hospital taking a series of tests which all came back "Normal" (remember the last word we had?), the Cardiologist finally did an angiogram and found an artery in my heart that was 95% blocked. And angioplasty was performed immediately and a stent placed in my heart to hold the artery open. All of this happened because I was "uncomfortable" and I was bothered enough to go to the doctor.
I didn't want to, really. But some instinct told me to go. Whatever it was, I'm glad I went - and I'm glad they persisted in testing until they found what was wrong - and then they fixed it.
The alternative is not pleasant to contemplate.