The worst one for me nearly ended up with me going into surgery! I was faking illness to get off school and was booked to see a doctor. I'm an EXPERT at faking illness and am usually able to fob doctors off without much trouble. I'd said my stomach was bothering me and so the doctor would do the standard stomach problem examination, which is basically a forceful prodding and pushing of different parts of the stomach, and then give me some medicine which I wouldn't take and I'd have a little holiday. For this particular examination I had a different doctor than my usual one, who was a guy, and who had never bothered me, tickling wise, when examining me. This doctor was a huge, facially impaired (For want of a more polite term) woman in her eary sixties.
Her hands were like sandpaper and when she did it, it tickled like mad. Certain spots of my stomach are unbearable. Honestly, I can't stand it. I'm a ticklephile sadist's wet dream. The fact that she had this huge, serious look on her face and the fact that my mother was also in the room made me so embarassed I tried to hold in, but instead just ended making this loud exasperated gasp, coupled with an unintentional little smile. The doctor smiled and said "Sorry, is it tickling?" and being suicidally embarassed about it I put on an agonised face and said "No, it just really, really kills". She did it once more and checked my facial expression which I managed to turn into a grimace, and then said "You've got Appendicitis"(!!). I couldn't believe it! I knew I hadn't because of course in reality there was no pain whatsoever, but she was convinced that "all signs pointed" to it. She rang up the hospital and booked me into the emergency ward and said to get there as soon as possible because "you never know when they're going to explode".
As soon as we got into the car I tried to bargain with my mother, telling her that I had been faking illness to get off school for years and that I wasn't actually ill and that I would like to go back to school as soon as possible. I didn't mention the tickling. She disregarded my story as paranoia about the operation and rang my Dad up to bring me an overnight suitcase and get to the hospital as soon as possible. Once there I was sent to a specialist who examined me again but without the same effects thankfully, which meant I could just lie there blank faced. She wanted me to have a blood test which I strongly opposed, and although they got the cream on my hands I kept reiterating that I was lying and that there was nothing wrong with me and that I would like to go home. I caused so much fuss about having a blood test that a psychologist was called and I managed to throw him off the scent with a belter about a huge science exam which I wanted to miss because my science grade was worrying me. I convinced him that there was nothing wrong with me and that was it. I never faked illness again! Maybe there's a lesson to be learned about not being embarassed about tickling I suppose. I'd rather be slightly embarassed than have my stomach cut open!
