Outlier
In most of my medical interactions, I am the patient that makes the doctors scratch their heads. My conditions are never straightforward, easily remedied or textbook cases. (Well, I did have a bout of plantar’s warts that ended up being close to a textbook case: it was so unusual and the treatment that my podiatrist ended up using was so experimental that he published an article on it.)
In statistical circles, I am called an outlier. When you look at a bell curve, nearly all the data is clumped toward the middle. There are a few data points far out at each end where the curve flattens. Those random data points are outliers. Those points are me. (Funny side note: a friend told me tonight that when her mom went back to school as an adult and studied statistics, she assumed “outlier