How do you diagnose something like that?

Right. So I'm sitting at my chair, me and my entirely unpolluted mind keeping to ourselves, the television providing adequate background noise from the erotic puppet show that's playing out in my mind (completely unpolluted!). Suddenly I'm hit with this gem: "This woman has over 100 orgasms a day. See how doctors turn her pain back into pleasure."

You read correctly folks, I'm not making this up. Not even my perverted mind could come up with such an absurd medical ailment. And yes, I know i just completely contradicted my claims that my mind was unpolluted, but not even I can keep up with such a blatantly obvious charade.

It was an ad for one of those medical shows on Channel 9, where they point out everyone elses freaky problems so we can all feel better about ourselves as we let out a collective "thank God it's not me." I don't know the exact title of the show, so I'm just going to call it Wacky Medical Shit Vol. II, because that has a professional and respectful tone to it.
Now I don't know who is working for the marketing and advertising department, but they are some kind of genius. No one can tell me that the line "this woman has over 100 orgasms a day" doesn't grab you by the balls and scream for your attention. Even if you're a female, it surgically grafts testicles onto you for the express purpose of latching onto them for attention. Do the math people; that's 4 orgasms per hour, with 4 orgasms in change left at the end of the day! I can only imagine the novelty of sexual gratification wore off for this woman a long time ago. What I'm really interested in though, is the awkwardness of that trip to the doctors when she decided that 700 orgasms in a week seemed a little above average.

DOCTOR: So...Mrs Fletcher is it?
WOMAN: I'm coming!!!
DOCTOR: ...Umm, what? You're already here
WOMAN: No, I mean I'm...I'm COMING!!!
DOCTOR: Oh! Well, I can have that affect on women.
WOMAN: No, it's not you
DOCTOR: Well I think I just felt my testicles physically shrink
WOMAN: I can't stop having orgasms. I'm having around 100 per day.
DOCTOR: 100 PER DAY!?! Jesus woman, who is your husband? Robo-cock!?
WOMAN: It's not even from having sex, they just keep happening.
DOCTOR: ...sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you. I was too busy writing down my 'Robo-cock' line, I gotta remember that one.
WOMAN: I said they're not from having sex
DOCTOR: So what? You've got a vibrator stuck up there or something?
WOMAN: No...
DOCTOR: Well what the fuck are you woman!?! Some kind of freak?
WOMAN: (close to tears) I..I don't...
DOCTOR: Have you considered a career in porn? There's people out there who'd pay good money for that kind of shit. Hell, I'd pay good money for that sort of shit. Let's see, i've got 100...200 bucks on me right now.
WOMAN: Doctor!!! I- Oh god...I'm coming again!!!
DOCTOR: (speaking into intercom) Susan, I'm going to need you to cancel the rest of my days appointments.

Admittedly this is only a rough outline of how I believe the doctor's consult went down, but I'm fairly certain the details are at least 85% accurate.