The doctor's friend said that prescribing an anti-depressant
would be no problem.  She then administered several cognitive
tests.  Jo Beth and the doctor got along  well, and the lengthy
testing passed quickly.  At the end, the doctor concluded that
there wasn't a thing wrong.

Then came the psychological profile questionnaire.  Jo Beth
was utterly confounded.  Its designers had never considered
the possibility that someone with two weird systemic autocidal
illnesses would take the test.  By answering Yes to all the
questions about odd aches, fatigue, mood swings, and so forth,
Jo Beth appeared to be a nutcase.  

And this is exactly how the doctor treated her after she looked
at the results.  She now refused to prescribe an antidepressant.
She told Jo Beth to seek long-term treatment, and to seek her
happy-pill prescription from yet another head doctor.  
Yet Another Disappointing Doctor

Where Jo Beth is forever labelled looney-tunes.
Study Questions:
What makes Jo Beth think that she
isn't?
Use  gunna  need  anudda  kinda  docta,  
when  I  gets  true  witch yez.
What  d'ya  mean, use ain't  gunna  
help me wit my moidrous depression?