Ah, yes, of course, Doctors, I understand now. Of course the little girl who is being thrown at the ceiling and then at the bed and is bending herself in impossible ways, has a blood sugar disorder. That is a perfectly natural thing to check.
I mean, really, why would you think that maybe she needs to talk to someone when you can just give her Ritalin, right?
The doctors in this book... really.
In other, non-book related news: I got bit by a stingray today. Zoos are awesome.